I go to bed at 7am, encrusted in a film of three-day-old festival sweat and dirt – and I couldn’t be happier
The IndependentThe best of Voices delivered to your inbox every week - from controversial columns to expert analysis Sign up for our free weekly Voices newsletter for expert opinion and columns Sign up to our free weekly Voices newsletter SIGN UP I would like to be emailed about offers, events and updates from The Independent. Filth and squalor don’t immediately come to mind as something I missed about festivals: toilet blocks – a nightmarish advent calendar of doors revealing sights each more horrifying than the last; realising that your “tan” is actually just dirt that has covered every inch of your skin; a weak, dribbly shower that promises no respite from the depravity, after discovering a used tampon floating in the scum around your ankles. But after two years of stringent personal hygiene – a time when being clean was a matter of life and death – being filthy almost feels like a luxury. People are also less concerned about catching Covid at outdoor events – with only about 13 per cent saying they believe the risk is high or very high.
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