Three mile trek to the camp site on foot
Shitting in a glorified bucket already full of turd
Eating crap
£5 a pint of Carlsberg
Standing in the wind and rain watching a band you don't even like
Missing the bands you do like / they cancel
Two mile trek from stage to tent
Not sleeping all weekend, even if you want to
Paying £150 for the privilege
The whole Hunter's wellie trustfund element
Stalls selling total shit for ludicrous money
It being the only place tie-dye clothing is still in fashion
More walking
Mud
Getting home on the train in a serious depression

I have never enjoyed one single minute of any festival I've gone to.