After an eight hour wait for the gates to open, we were finally in the campsite and setting up our tents.
It was a slightly different group this year. All the usual guys were here but, for the first time, the wives and girlfriends were coming along too. I’d brought my girlfriend Sarah along.
At twenty-eight, she was a couple of years younger than me – I was turning thirty and it was making me feel old for the first time in my life. The other guys and girls were all around the same age. All except for Dave’s companion. Dave had been dumped by his girlfriend just a few weeks before the festival so he’d agreed instead to bring along his little sister Emily as her eighteenth birthday present.
Emily was the typical annoying teenager. She spent more time on her phone than talking to anyone and always wanted to change the music on our outdoor speaker.
Let me just describe Emily to you for a second. She’s a fairly short girl, maybe around five-foot-two, with long dark hair. I couldn’t tell if it was dyed black or not, but it gave her a bit of an emo look. Her eyes were bright blue and when she made eye contact it felt like they were piercing your soul!