I can’t stand hippies. Or festival goers. Or mud. Or wackiness. Or not showering. Or rubbish bands.
The most perfect festival in the world is Primavera Sound in Barcelona. All on concrete, by the sea, no grass, lots of beautiful hipsters, easy to smuggle Sangria in, sunshine, hotels not tents and pizza cones.
This country is a proper no-go when it comes to festivals.