CHAPTER ONE: The Girl Who Had The Sizeable Amount Of Acid
It's the first day at Boomtown and I just don't know what life is any more. Every person I'm seeing has eyes the size of saucers and unnatural smiles that could haunt your dreams. That's right, everyone is buzzing. After spending the night wandering around the city of Boom, it's time for some food with my good friend Mark. Every wreck head and hippie food you could possibly want was there, toasties, pizza, cakes, vegan stuff, jacket potatoes… as you'd expect. Anyway, I digress, as I'm ordering my food a girl behind me is swirling around saying "I'm so floaty, I'm so floaty". I catch Mark's eye and we turn around to see what wonders drugs have done to this human. To my surprise, I see a very respectable through and through Winchester girl. For those of you that don't know what a Winchester girl is, imagine an incredibly posh, well-spoken and conservative twenty year old that has clearly lead a very privileged life. She introduces herself in a rather formal manner, I say hello and Mark follows suit by saying 'Yo". Being from the Midlands, this is a standard way of saying hello, but to this girl, it was obscure. She followed up by saying "s'up! Haha. Sorry, I'm not from the ghetto… you'll have to forgive me, I've had a sizeable amount of acid."
CHAPTER ONE POINT FIVE: The Robbery
Unfortuately, the festival wasn't all laughs, giggles and crazy shit. After my first night, I was absolutely shattered and kind of inhebriated. I fell asleep in my own tent (which I abandoned after the first night) with my purse in my bag next to my head. I must have fallen asleep around midnight and I awoke at 5am because I was absolutely freezing. When I woke, I saw my tent was open and it was raining, so all my things, and most importantly me, was getting incredibly wet. I was sure I shut my tent when I went to sleep, but shook it off and went to get some rizla out my bag. Then I saw my bag was missing… and it clicked. I looked to the entrance of my tent and there was my bag, and my purse… open… with £130 cash missing out of it. The pricks that robbed me didn't even leave me a tenner to get back or for food. However, not one to have my spirit dampened, I woke up Mark who came and stayed in my tent, had a fat wake and bake and fell back to sleep; ready for the maddest weekend of my life, with or without money.
CHAPTER TWO: The Full Body Orgasm
Balloons. Balloons everywhere. Canisters everywhere. Nos (nitrous oxide, a legal high which you crack into a whipped cream dispenser, put into a balloon and breathe in and out) was big at Boomtown and I'd never even seen it before. One girl, which I'll call Casey, bought three balloons and went back to our tent along with two friends of mine, Gracie and Stefan. Casey wasn't experienced in nos and sat in a simple camping chair, ready to take her second or third hit. Dressed in gym shorts and a bikini top, Casey had sweat dripping from her back due to the heat but was too excited for the feeling of coming up to care. As she was coming up, her entire body started to tingle and she stood up and took a step forward to Stef, putting her arms around him as he touched her lower back. It was clear for the few second of high nos causes, her entire body was in intense pleasure and human contact only enhanced the feeling. After around thirty seconds, she sat back down and was completely normal and rolled herself a cigarette, as an average person would after sex. It was then I realised that that hit of nos affected Casey the same way in which a full body orgasm would. I wonder if she replaced sex with nos. I would.
CHAPTER THREE: The Wedding
Gracie Bawden and her wonderful partner got married and it was crazy. I won't even go into the proposal which was unreal. It was 1.30pm on Sunday and everyone (everyone we were camping with, Bigtopp and essentially everyone else we knew that was at Boomtown) gathered round the inflatable church to watch the union between a rather intoxicated bride and a possibly sober, possibly ruined (it became hard to tell after a while) groom. During the… unconventional service, the congregation hailed Satan, praised Jesus and revelled at many other deities. The vows were not as beautiful as expected, being something along the lines of "She's okay" and "he'll do" but it was clear there was love behind it. Sort of.
CHAPTER FOUR: The MDMAzing Trip
This was a beautiful moment. I bumped into a friend from university who was with two of his friends in my now favourite place, The Hidden Woods. I ended up spending a couple of hours with them all and after a short time in the woods, we went to the tent where the three had a bomb each of MDMA. Now, the important part of this chapter is my friend whom I shall name Hunter. He's quite a character and to be honest, a pretty a big hippie, but is one of the nicest and most genuine people you will ever met. He's filled with so much love for other people and the world. The MDMA only eventuated it and my goodness, was it a beautiful site to behold. We'd walked up to the main stage and The Skints had just started playing. Hunter was standing next to me and I looked at him and I have never seen anyone so at peace with the world. It's hard to explain because it was such a life changing and surreal moment. He was moving to the music but his movements were so natural, it was as if he was on his own in this field made into a town. In his face, he was so content, he was looking around, up at the beautiful clear, blue sky with the sun shining down, at the amazing band on stage doing entertaining the huge crowd of a diverse demographic of people on an even more diverse demographic of drugs. He, and his mind, were separate from the world at that point; Hunter was observing and feeling in a way I had never seen before. We were in an environment that was so interactive and engrossing yet he wasn't there, it was like he was in a protective bubble separate from the world. It was entirely different to anyone I'd seen on Mandy before, usually there sweaty, talkative and dancing like mad men but it just made Hunter an entirely at peace. I damn near fell in love with him at that moment in time.
CHAPTER FIVE: The Guys That Taught Me The Sesh Is Never Over
That's it. Boomtown was over. I was on the horribly long train journey home and I was not happy. Two hours down and I still hadn't spoken to anyone on the train which is unusual for me and there was so many delays and pointless stops, my bad mood was only getting worse. Then I hear the sound, the unmistakeable sound… someone was cracking nos. Now, if someone on a train from Winchester is cracking nos the chances are, they went to Boomtown. I packed up my bag and went to find these people, naughty enough to do legal drugs on a train. A few seats down I see them and take a seat next to them. Whilst sharing round a balloon, I start getting to know them and shit me, they were crazy. But the good kind of crazy, not the why haven't they been sectioned yet crazy. One of them caught my eye in particular, his name is Paddy, pictured below. Rugged, cheeky and acting rather inappropriately, he maintained my attention for the rest of the journey home. At one point, I was asked if I wanted to take any cash out the bank which translates to do you fancy sniffing a line? Although I turned it down, Paddy definitely had no problem in partaking.
FINALLY, A MASSIVE SHOUT OUT TO WOMBLE, THE LIFE SAVER.
I was in a bad place and this man sat next to be for two hours whilst I said next to nothing, except occasionally murmuring about how close to death I was. He is a great man.
Love from us,
The Boomtowners of 2013
