photo courtesy of Jan Wayne Fields
Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers challenge this week is prompted by this eloquent photo.
” That mud ! Acres of ooze.”
“Yeh — my left boot got sucked into the mud and I never saw the boot again”
” Don’t you dare talk about the toilets…”
” No, yuck. BTW you look like ‘The Thing From The Swamp’ “
” You look like his best friend haha.”
“Amazes me that the musicians’ power supply doesn’t crash with all the rain”.
“You realise we paid good money to come here, now our tent is a mangled wreck ?”
“Stormzy – Ed Sheernan’s mate was sublime, what a headline performance…”
” He was . So would you go to Glastonbury next year ?”
“Try and stop me.”
August 19, 2019 at 12:18 am
The dialogue is so real. Great job!
August 19, 2019 at 4:13 pm
Thanks Lisa – glad you liked the dialogue – its fun to try & get how real people speak I think.
August 18, 2019 at 11:25 pm
This reminds me of WOODSTOCK 50 years ago. Wow – how time flies! She has the right attitude! Great story!
August 19, 2019 at 4:20 pm
Thanks Nan – pleased you like the story. Glastonbury has some of the same feeling as Woodstock I think.
August 17, 2019 at 11:25 pm
Let nothing come between your and a good concert 🙂
August 19, 2019 at 4:25 pm
Thank you for your comment- yes for real fans nothing can get in the way!
August 17, 2019 at 5:10 am
Anything to listen to good music and watch favourite stars.
August 19, 2019 at 4:26 pm
Thanks Abhijit, I appreciate your comment.
August 16, 2019 at 9:53 pm
People pay good money to go to spas for mud treatments. The venue should tack on an extra charge for it 😉 When I think of mud and concerts I think of Woodstock photos, where the hippies were rollin’ in it, then jumping into the lake. Sounds like fun to me!
August 19, 2019 at 4:27 pm
Appreciate your comment — thank you.
August 19, 2019 at 5:09 pm
You are welcome.
August 16, 2019 at 7:13 am
they always pick a field – praying for mud, I am sure it is to attract the media and add a sort of character strength to the music lovers.
August 19, 2019 at 4:35 pm
Thanks for your comment James – guess there’d be no mystique attached to sitting on a neat seat inside a marquee listening to the band !
August 15, 2019 at 7:41 pm
I remember dancing in mud to Nick Cave… but I could go home afterwards… don’t think I could have managed a night in tent after that.
August 19, 2019 at 4:39 pm
Appreciate your comment Bjorn. I’ve always marvelled at the stamina of festival goers. Sounds like you made a good decision after dancing in the mud.
August 15, 2019 at 6:18 pm
I’m glad the good outweighed the bad, when all was said and done 🙂
August 19, 2019 at 4:45 pm
Thanks Ali, I appreciate your comment. I think a few months after a muddy festival your memories become more and more golden.
August 15, 2019 at 12:56 pm
Seems like the best memories are the ones where there was some “suffering” to deal with 😉
Fun one, Francine.
August 15, 2019 at 4:45 pm
Thanks so much Dale. My thoughts turned to mud because its been raining all through August here !
August 15, 2019 at 4:54 pm
August 15, 2019 at 12:03 pm
I simply LOVE muddy music festivals! It wouldn’t be the same if the sun shone!
My story – Gail’s Gazebo!
August 15, 2019 at 4:49 pm
Thanks Keith, we need the unique ambience that muddy fields bring !
August 15, 2019 at 7:22 am
I remember scaling the fence in ’94, mud and festivals are the British summertime in a nutshell, these days aI’m a watching from the sofa type of guy!!
August 15, 2019 at 8:11 am
Appreciate your comment – so agree about mud festivals and British summertime !!
August 14, 2019 at 8:46 pm
I never did understand the charm of Glastonbury
August 15, 2019 at 8:16 am
Thank you Neil. Its the scale of Glastonbury now that puts me off.
August 14, 2019 at 8:19 pm
Sounds like Woodstock to me. When does Jimi come on? At dawn?
August 15, 2019 at 8:26 am
Thanks Trent – the joy of festivals eh ?
August 15, 2019 at 11:09 am
Yeah. I’m boring and have never been to a multi-day festival, but then again, I missed out on all of the wet fun….
August 14, 2019 at 8:14 pm
My mind went to Woodstock. 😉 Those are hardcore music fans. Actually the tent in the picture was there to shelter my husband and his band of merry musicians. Alas, electronics and rain don’t mix so the concert was cancelled in mid-song list. Then a storm in the night put the final kai-bash on my poor purple tent.
Good story. Very natural and believable dialogue.
August 15, 2019 at 4:42 pm
I appreciate your comment Rochelle. Your real life tent story is really dramatic ! For me Woodstock was iconic – didn’t go but we all followed it,
August 14, 2019 at 6:26 pm
I sheltered under a plastic bag at my first ‘proper’ concert when I was a teenager. (The toilets were terrible back then as well!) 🙂 Great dialogue – very believable.
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August 14, 2019 at 5:26 pm
I’m reading and thinking, I’m going to make a remark about Glastonbury. And, lo! you did. Nice one, woman who walks the dog named Max. 🙂
August 14, 2019 at 4:43 pm
From my festival-going days I would say the mud and rain can make it all the more memorable an experience! Not now though, those days are long gone 🙂
August 19, 2019 at 4:52 pm
Thanks Iain – think you’re right – it would be a picnic if the sun shone all the time !