Yeah ok there were a lot of you older people there. I think the mix of ages was brilliant at this festival, it was great to see all the guys and girls in or bordering on retirement dusting their rock socks off and shoving them back on, only to send them flying off again in a transcendent moment of “My God I was alive during the best decades of musical prowess and it's all still going." Us young whippersnappers with our stupid haircuts and chains and make up and running around like hairy gladiators. Go get a job.
That is what made the festival great actually. Me and me old Mum often talk about bands she was into in the 60's and early 70's, and when you look at them, a lot of them are real ugly bastards. Even Paul Kossoff, I mean absolute reverence for the man but his beard and hair did look like the pubic hair of either a large panda or a Russian giant from folklore. The lack of shirtless men who spend their time feelin’ the burn, because that's how I live was amazingly refreshing…