Couldn't help giggling at this in The Guardian:
Round my way, a festival look is at least three sweatshirts, a bad pair of jeans, lame wellingtons from the high street that leak because you were too cheap to go Hunter, hair that hasn't been washed for three days, eyes that haven't been shut for four, and a palpable air of despair of ever seeing your home and, more importantly, your bed and indoor plumbing again.
It also strikes me as somewhat absurd that I keep coming across this term to describe clothing for sale on eBay. Personally, I try to keep to a casual, unkempt look all of the time and can't help thinking that "special" festival clothing is aimed at merely "part-time hippies": those who spend their weekdays in dull grey worlds, wearing dull grey suits and ties to the accounts department.
Oh, like I used to to 20 years ago. In that sense I'm fortunate now.
Then the other week, while I was waiting for a bus at Southampton station, there was a motley group waiting for the free bus to the ferry port. Since the general fashion trend - at least amongst the girls - seemed to be summer frock, absurdly decorated wellies, plastic mac and backpack, I had a mental smile to myself as I reckoned they must be going to the Isle of Wight Festival.
See I remember enduring a whole weekend of, fortunately, Knebworth Dust (well, face it, it could so easily have been Knebworth Mud) and the utterly disgusting "Stupid People Toilets" to see Led Zeppelin back in 1979.
That dust remained in my blankets, my clothes and pretty much all of my orifices for almost as long as the memory of the event has remained and, if there's one thing I can see as positive about "old age" it is that I have no more desire to attend such events ever again. At least not in the UK climate!