HW: Hawkfest - one to celebrate

[M Holmes]

Keith Henderson writes:

> So the rain was bad...and the mud was worse...and the fermenting broth
> of straw and spilled beer was too much to take.

Rain?? Mud?? That was just a wee bit o' damp. At Glasters we had real
rain and mud. The kind of rain and mud that goes on forever and drains
your soul even as it tries to suck off a welly with every step you take,
Mud that permeates every crevice of skin adn clothing and oozes like The
Blob into your sleeping bag to keep you awake and fantasising of hot
showers and soap.

As for straw, we dreamt of having straw. On the whole of Glasters there
were exactly three straw bales and traders were involved in armed
shootouts to obtain these so that punters could buy from them without
the use of advanced nautical equipment.

Straw. If only I'd had some straw. Hell, if I could have found grass I'd
have made my own straw.

FoFP