Beacons 2012: What a debacle!

[eekimus]

If I had to describe the Beacons festival management in 4 words, they would be "incompetent, chaotic, dishonest and clueless".

My review of the festival is not just that it was a damp squib - rather, it was a dozen drunken fools urinating lethargically onto a squib that probably wasn't even connected to any explosive materials anyway. Or, better yet, a group of Neanderthals flogging a donkey that wasn't even alive in the first place and expecting it to defecate money.

On the Saturday, upon entering the arena, not one person was stopped to have their wrist band checked. Instead, the security spent their entire time checking people for alcohol and confiscating it.

Yeah, that really summed this festival up - they were more interested in squeezing their customers' money out and into the festival's own bars, than they were with the safety and security of those customers and the site. (A site which was woefully easy to infiltrate, given the many unmanned access points that led into the campsites, and the very low - and also unmanned - stone wall that separated the festival from the outside world).

The VIP field showers rarely worked, and the ONE male toilet was all too often doing a fine impression of the festival management themselves, by being filled and overflowing with excrement. When I went to speak to the management about a tap that was haemorrhaging water into the VIP field and flooding it, I was told that it was 'not an evironmental, or environmental health problem'. When their arrogance and inaction led me to become frustrated, I was told I was being intoxicated and belligerent (despite my sobriety). In my opinion, they were being moronic and negligent.

I could go on and on about the lack of facilities, the condition of what facilities there were, the site, the management, etc, etc, though I doubt it'd be worth wasting my time.

So, my short review for this festival:

They'd find it impossible to set up a group onanism session in an industrial plant solely dedicated to the production of a famous brand of soft ply sheets of paper.

Translation: They couldn't organise a mass w*nk in a kleenex factory.