This is where I spent most of the Foo Fighters set with Luke and Nick, where there was plenty of space and it didn't get too hot. Unfortunately, those twats in front of us were tanked up and took to kicking bottles at strangers. They hit that guy with the goatee in front of them so many times that one of the twats' female companions gave him one of their beers to placate him. It wouldn't have placated me. There's always someone who has to spoil it for others. Pondscum.