only 1 hate?!? man, that's tough. I'll go with 'people' for hate, too.

and 'music' for love

I'm unsurprised to see it mentioned first.

Favourite? I dunno. Maybe the music, or something girlie like that.

hate: either the scumfuck drug dealers they tend to attract or the DRUGS R WACKYYYYY people who buy from the scumfuck drug dealers they tend to attract. that, or the toilets.
love: just about everything else. i love festivals.

love: other people

Reading, lower the numbers! WE WILL DIE IF YOU UP THEM ANYMORE!

Most hated thing - piss poor planning, Eavis selling out.

One favourite thing - Hot girls in wellington boots.

and wear those stupid tea-towel scarves, skinny jeans and "save the rave" t-shirts when they're no older than 18 and as such have no experience of "the rave" or what it was like

or at least that was the case at Leeds last year.

My favourite thing is probably the excitement leading up to the event or just enjoying music there with my mates.

hate - waking up at 5am shivering to the sound of heavy rain on your tent only to realise that you have to piss quite urgently. pulling your soggy, smelly waterproofs on and stumbling over guyropes and stragglers just to empty your bladder. shudder.

love - sunset.

Bad: Having an existential collapse following too much substance intake.

of ticket and everythingg once you get there.

Bad: Everything else.

An old school ‘friend’ who recently added me on facebook (well friend as in persistantly taking the piss for liking “gay guitar shit music”, and not liking R’n B and Dance like everyone else. In fact I hated the fucker why did I accept his friendship?) changed his status to….Is happy he is now going to Glastonbury. And Glastonbury used to be the place I could get away from fuckers like him…..

especially when its dark and you can only imagine the horrors of what is lingering around the seat.
Love: Watching good music with good friends.

Most hated: this will be joint between the toilets and the little 16 year old tossers who go around shouting bollocks, drinking and taking more shit than they know how to deal with and ram raiding to the front of every set only to arse around.

Best: Amazing (especially unexpected) sets from bands, especially when the sun is just going down, and especially with a little hint of MDMA

hate normal teenages at festivals? just normal people who wear normal clothes, no save the rave new rave rave shit. just semi fashionable clothes. and who dont act like little pricks.

im worried.

hate: toilets - i've even tried not eating for most of the weekend in a vain attempt to avoid them!

love: music would be too obvious, so i'm running with campfire drinking and associated activity

loved - meeting new people!

worst = toilets/general filth
best = band-o-rama

ATP:
worst = absolutely nothing
best = absolutely everything

rain splashing on your tent. Opening the door, and seeing a horrible, grey, mud-filled hell-hole surrounded by glum-faced people who are rough from the night before, and depressed at the morning rain.

Most loved: probably when you're jammed at the front and in the middle of one of the main stage gigs with loads of beer. Luckily, my usually-tiny bladder didn't even bother me once when I was watching The Sabians at last year's Glasto.

Best - The bands
Worst - Getting a bad back from sitting down on the ground all the time as I have rubbish posture

the campsite cunt. there's always one. one guy or girl who acts like a cunt for the whole time and whom everyone wants to kill by the end of it. characteristics include - never buying any food/drinks/tobacco/whatever, bringing coked-up strangers back for 'deep' (loud) 'chats' when everyone else is trying to get some shuteye, finishing the gas on your stove and not telling you, and STEALING MY FUCKING LOO ROLL. there's more but i'm seething too much now.

Leeds 2006 (i think), Carling Stage Sunday night, Nouvelle Vague playing beautifully, but all you can fucking do is wobble all over the place and stink of rum, fuck off.

Also hate clashes.

Love sun, a nice run of bands, friendly people.

People who ring up every one of their friends in their phonebook exclaiming "I've got James from Maps in my tent" at 4 in the morning while people in the tent next to them are trying to get some sleep.

- Latitude, 2007.

Love: most other things

are the people who have the completely wrong idea of when to dance about. You'll be watching a small band early on in the day and theyll be off their heads, and then the opposite kind of people, when it gets to CSS high on the bill and theyll sit there in deckchairs tutting at you.

worst: folk who stay in the campsite all day. wake up, sit in deckchair, listen to deep house with 3 crates of lager beside them, sneering at anyone under 35 who doesn't understand that 'real music' is beard stroking dance. they're still there when i return from main site.

best: taking a shiteload of ket and falling into their tent.

best: knocking them off people and running away giggling/setting fire to the underside

the annual lets wreck and burn everything ending to leeds festival
"free hugs"
other people and the campsites in general

LOVE: Disco Shed

HATE: klaire talking. a lot. loudly. at 3 am.

see also: spending an awesome weekend alternately going completely mental and chilling out with friends.

hate: really, really wanting to go and see a band but no bastard wants to come with you. so you have to troop all the way to the desired stage to stand there awkwardly like a friendless wierdo.

i'm not the talking to random people type, even whilst stupidly drunk. i just feel i'd be annoying them.

hate- the mulletcocks who go to festivals with the most negative attitude since Danny from Bread ("its not as good as it used to be"/ "the mud spoils my weekend/ "who duz dem youngsterz fink they is? runnin around, 'avin fun?" etc).

Add to that the week-long hangover/nightmares/psychosis.

Love- runnin around havin fun, the temporary suspension of most the illegal substances act/criminal justice act. Dancing til sunrise.