Yes! That man is wearing his birthday suit... Meredith Music Festival 2001
At this time each year, I'm usually sitting back in my camp chair, beer in one hand, ciggie in the other (it's one of those occassions when I do smoke - I know! Dirty, dirty habit.)... the tent is set up, someone has their car door open with some tunes blaring and we are (quite possibly) playing a bit of alphabet (you know when you start by each saying a band, or movie, or animal, or food, or whatever, that starts with the letter 'a' and when someone comes up blank they have to drink... thus moving onto the next letter)... waiting for the bands to start.
My morning would have started super early... packing the tent (hopefully) the night before and heading off on the road by the crack of the sparrows arse (early... like dawn early). I'd have pulled up behind a car (or 10) loaded up with their camping gear. I'd pull my deck chair out, along with the esky and crack open a heart starter and a heart stopper (beer and cig) and wait... and wait... and wait.
Of course, at some point I'd be needing a toilet break and although I'd pray not to need to do a number twos... I'd neeeed to do a number twos - that's my style! And unfortunately in this situation it would have to be a bush poo - the worse kind! I'd do my very best to find some scrub or bush to hide in.
Note: If your lost in the bush (Bear Gryllis style) and don't know what the time is, rather than put a stick in the ground and wait for the sun to come out... just hang around and wait till I take a dump - clockwork, baby, clockwork!
The gates would open and we'd scour the bush camp for the best spot... leaving enough room for our mates behind us in the queue.. the set up would begin... along with the craziness. What would follow would be a weekend of good company, live music, great food (ahhh hari hari... or roti madness), too much beer and other substances, dirt, dust... or mud, toilet time in the pine pit (actually nicer than the old porta loo's), strange conversations with people you've never met, filthy clothes, shoes, face and feet.
Ahhhhh! Meredith... How I miss thee!