We shared freshly made hot donuts with Voodoo Six.

We had lollipops with Sean Hughes.

We had a slight accident with our photographer not realising that disposable barbques come in a box made from cardboard until after she lit it!

What did you do?

Bloodstock, full of metal, mayhem and this year mud.

We were rained on, we drank too much jager and GWAR's Hitler came on our photographer's face when she was shooting from the pit. All in all everything a British metal festival should be.

Were you there with your trousers down?

Were you there in gold lurex hot pants? (Dude, you're a dude ffs!)

Were you there in corpse paint?