A Volunteer’s View of Electric Picnic

  “Where do we pick up our bedding?” “I’m sorry?” The question, shouted to me over the cacanophy of funfair music by a middle-aged lady in pressed jeans and a spotless crêpe shirt, took a few seconds to fully register. I leaned in closer, and she yelled again in my ear. “Where – is – Pamper – The – Camper?  We – need – our … Continue reading A Volunteer’s View of Electric Picnic