Andrew had crashed round mine the night before so we were all ready to go so we headed out and caught the train to Cambridge which is probably my least favourite place in the world. Just full of ignorant bastards that get in the way. As I pointed out once before it's the international capital of people who stop walking in the middle of a busy street.
Anyway we walked from Cambridge train station to the bus station and caught the bus to Milton Keynes. From Milton Keynes we caught the coach to a certain place called Donington Park.
We were supposed to get there at 16.10 but the driver decided to stop at a services for 45 minutes which pissed everyone on the coach off no end. So we had to kick around a service station for 45 minutes with no alcohol (despite looking everywhere!)
We finally arrived and we got through the gates very quickly with barely any waiting and as it was Andrews first time at a Donington Park festival he quite rightly kissed the ground!
We set up tent and headed to the town to get some beer from Co-Op. I thought it would be a good idea to get a bottle for the walk back as well so grabbed a Miller expecting it to be a pull off cap. It wasn't. We finally smashed it open and I did attempt to drink from the broken bottle but stopped when my mouth was bleeding a fair bit.
We got back drank loads of beer and if memory serves correct walked about high fiving loads of people (a precursor of what was to come the next evening).
Passed out drunk in my tent about 1am...
