Upon arrival, initial impressions did nothing to dispel Wilderness's reputation - I parked next to an Audi, and the first people I met were GPs, a surgeon and an osteopath. Never before has St John's Ambulance been less needed at a festival.
Set over 1,700 acres of the Cornbury Park estate in Oxfordshire, Mr and Mrs Rotherwick lend their beautiful grounds once a year to the UK's biggest public school alumni gathering - but only the cool kids are invited, the ones that can dance.
Simply put, London is rubbish at food markets. Yes, we have Borough Market (inexplicably only open three days a week) and we have some very decent farmers' markets in suburban car parks, but there is nowhere in the capital that comes even close to the glorious Rialto Market in Venice or the sumptuous San Miguel Market in Madrid or the vibrant Cours Saleya Flower market in Nice.
Hiking and camping isn't so simple. It has taken me a month of trial and (mostly) error to realize that I didn't need to bring anything at all. I could have bought everything I needed in the camping shop by the bus station in Chanea, Crete's main port, where I did in fact buy an excellent sleeping bag and mat.
Going to festivals and staying up for three consecutive nights might on first glance not seem the best preparation for starting a family but there are definitely some benefits to be had from rolling around a field smelling of day old cider.
Mentoring is one of the most impactful support tools for businesses in their infancy as well as during their growth stages, yet it remains a much overlooked resource. So what is mentoring?
It's quite a wonder to behold, how 'Tommy Robinson' is fast becoming the Hugh Grant of far right nationalism. While poor old Nick Griffin, a fading light, does everything he can to capture our attention, his younger rival is racing rapidly up the Hate Hit Parade.
If you routinely run on reserves and force yourself to accept that constantly feeling tired is all part and parcel of living a busy life - then you, like millions of others around the world, are probably wondering if you are ever going to find a way to escape the exhaustion.
It is a query that assumes many things, the worst being that we are somehow defined by what we do for a living. My answer, "I'm a restaurateur", usually gives way to a tumbleweed moment as I am stared at blankly. But sometimes people correct me... They will say "Don't you mean restauraNteur?"
We are a country of grumps. You may already have thought this to be the case, but now there are hard statistics to back up your suspicions. A new survey for the Camping and Caravanning Club shows that 63% of us feel Britain as a nation has nothing to look forward to this summer, and nearly as many agreed that they have nothing to look forward to personally.
I was abroad last week (not in the US) where the only thing that I could watch for rolling news was CNN. Well, it looks like I'm part of what has to be the legions of people asking: "What the hell has happened to CNN?"
A chance encounter with a university reject who could sell sand to the peoples of Arabia, known in my industry as 'a promoter', led me incrementally into the world of festival organization. Its been a long trip (sometimes literally), and this opportunity to blog gives me a chance to recall some of the highlights and explain why festivals are less a job, more a crusade...
We know this: that all art is the product of the modern human brain with its beginnings, over 100,000 years ago, in Africa. There, our species Homo sapiens sapiens evolved before spreading out around the globe to become the most successful animal ever. Those who migrated to the icy lands of Europe encountered Neanderthal people who, having evolved there over such a long period, had probably developed fair skin. The dark skinned, fully modern migrants who interbred with them produced the first figurative art in Europe. They themselves, in turn, gradually became fairer as they adapted to life at higher latitudes. Those are the facts. This is fiction: 'Race'.
We are all affected by Page Three whether we buy it or not, because we all live in a society where the most widely read paper in the country makes 'normal' the idea that women are there primarily for men's sexual pleasure.
These commenters are under the impression that feminists should campaign "on some REAL issues rather than this pathetic shit." They think that the campaign is an easy way for us to "preen" and insidiously present ourselves as "jolly brave and radical", when the reality is that we are afraid to tackle the real sexist issues.
So in which direction does Page Three nudge us? Let me introduce the uninitiated to a little box called 'News in Briefs'. This little box purports to be the thoughts of the girl posing that day; they are presented in erudite fashion, and contain an esoteric quotation.