I don't need to rifle through anything .. you have left enough information on line to point directly to some identifiable individual .. all anyone has to do is to strip out the misinformation and then look at the at you don't want people to see. That points directly at someone with a huge chip on both shoulders who probably can't keep his gob shut and who keeps applying for all sorts of managements and fails to comprehend why her never get the job. The hard truth is that you are in stuck some menial dead end job with no hope of ever getting anything better.
My best fesitval experience was hurling bottles of piss at The Tygers of Pan Tang (Reading, c.1984 - trust me, they deserved it!)
Fair enough, if, like most of us, you have to take it from 'The Man' (not in a Punkers way) 50-odd weeks of the year, then I suppose sitting in a field, ripped to the tits on whatever you choose whilst watching a few dots on a stage half-a-mile away is some kind of antidote but like our friend says, these cunts do shite on about it endlessly.
Personally, if I'm not right up in the lead singer's grill, sweating like a sumo, in a shitty little club somewhere, whilst some whippet-thin plank-spankers crank out some righteous rock n' roll at Spinal Tap eleven, then it's not really cutting it for me.
Fucking hell, Khiwa - how about a public announcement before you go uploading images of dodgy looking fuckers peeking around doors? It was a bit of a start going to the activity and seeing this pasty skinned skeletal bastard pop up without a warning...