There’s only 9 days to go until everybody’s favourite weekend gets going. Make sure you’ve packed your tickets, ID and everything you’ll need. Check out our FAQ’s for directions and info on safety at festivals…Then turn your stereos up and wash your wellies down! We can hardly wait! To get you in the mood here’s a battle hymn from our resident wordsmith Nathan Thompson.
Battle Hymn of the Nozstocker
Through traffic jam and grizzly rain we traveled
to sleep in sodden tents and dream of soap.
… In the premature dawn we stand bedraggled
set adrift, we, fine women and noble blokes.
Released from double glazed lives, spirits rise
like canvass zips revealing tents and friends.
On freshly laundered grass beneath blue sky,
we, brave with hangover, smiling and spent.
Through tented streets past bottle Golgothas,
past scrumpy victims sunshine baked and red,
past drum’n’bass angels, past beer-mug frothers,
past mosh-pit, cyber punk and rave we tread.
Tonight, we wellie-clad illuminati
in Bromyard bosom held… tonight, we party.