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There was just one wee problem. Whilst I had been enjoying fireworks, crowd had swollen. From craning my neck upwards to enjoy fireworks for last half hour, upon looking straight ahead again, I couldn't see stage at all. Now, I'm not tallest boy, so, it was a case of standing on tip toes, but to no avail. Nothing. Not a jot. The ruddy stage had disappeared!
The Orb had taken to stage, this much was patently obvious, as crowd were roaring their approval, and if I looked up into sky, laser show was happening, but, Jesus, I couldn't see a thing. Not to worry, Little Fluffy Clouds was being played and it sounded fantastic, so I didn't care too much. What was important was music, I kept telling myself.
Seemed odd though, 'cos bloke right in front of me was loving it. I could tell. He was facing me and he had a huge grin plastered all over his face. So was his girlfriend. She was by his side, also facing me, and, like him, was grinning broadly …
Well, eventually, all good things must come to an end. The set had been well over an hour long, my calves were aching from all tip toeing, so I was kind of relieved, to be honest.
The Orb finished their set, and crowd gradually began to disperse. I hung around for a bit, just relaxing, enjoying night air, a bit knackered, but happy.
Finally, I decided it was about time I got back to my tent, whilst I could still remember what it looked like, and that was when it happened. I turned round, to head back, and there, only 20 yards or so away, was fucking main stage.
I'd got so out of it, so into firework display that I'd forgotten to turn back round after. No wonder that bloke and his girlfriend had been facing me, enjoying The Orb.
They'd been facing stage.
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