TJ and I had lots of fun at the Music Festival, although, I must say that we were ill prepared for the venue. After several, days of solid rain the fairgrounds were essentially a bog. Apparently, this is an annual occurrence as over half the people wore mud boots (they called the Welly's or Wellingtons). I can tell you that they would have been very handy indeed.
Think 2-3 inches of mud in the good spots and 5-6 in the bad spots. See a close up below of TJ standing in a relatively good spot. I spent the first 4-5 hours looking for the odd patch of grass to walk or stand on to avoid getting too messy - but to no avail. By nightfall you could really see where you were walking in any case and the primary goal was to not fall down as the crowds pushed during the big concerts or trying to get out.
After 8 hours, we were fairly muddy and we made our way to the bus queue for the 40 minute journey on the bus back to Leeds caked in mud. The one for the bus was almost 30 minutes long. By the time we got on the bus, some chap had cut in line ahead of everyone and parked himself on the upper deck where TJ and I were sitting. The bus operators would have none of the line cutting and insisted that the man get off the bus. After 5 minutes of arguing man still refuse to get off the bus and the woman from the bus company told the driver to turn off the bus and she went to get help from one of her male colleagues. Another 5 minutes of arguing and still nothing - mind you a few thousand people are waiting to board the busses back to Leeds at this point.
Anyway, while it is not in character for me, I was tired and muddy and I wanted to get back to our room. I got up out of my seat and told the guy from the bus company that I would help forcibly remove the man from his seat and drag him down the stairs and off the bus. So we both had at the guy - who was much stronger than he looked. In the midst of this scuffle, I realized that this guy could have easily handed out a serious beating, but I knew TJ had my back. After 60 seconds or so of scuffle, the guy relented after I used an old lifeguard move from days past to get him to release his grip on the seat. I essentially, rubbed the heel of my thumb on inside of his arm just above the elbow directly on the humerous bone. Very painful to be on the receiving end and one's natural reaction is to let go of whatever one is holding.
Now we are off to the Leeds Marriott caked in mud. Both TJ and I only have one pair of shoes for the trip, so were are going to have some cleaning to do when we get back. Hopefully, the Marriott won't freak out when we walk through the lobby.