I have many fond memories of my various Big Days Out: sooky Goths stomping around in the heat as their make-up melts in the lead up to Nine Inch Nails; disgusting sauce-covered Dagwood Dogs and loads of Hare Krishna nosh falling off pitifully inadequate environmentally-friendly plates; Frenzal Rhomb’s gleeful destruction of comedy effigies of politicians; singing The Darkness’ I Believe In A Thing Called Love with Andrew G in a brief moment of televisual infamy; and, of course, the music.

You’ll note that not one of those happy reminiscences included “Being given a spray by brick-headed tools insisting I ‘kiss the flag!’ or face the consequences.”

Read the whole thing on Clem Bastow’s Age Blog.