AK47,
You'll have a whale of a time mate, don't worry.
Generally the campsites have a very positive male/female ratio, and believe me, some of the females count as more than one. If you want, you can stip the whole night long. When darkness falls on Saturday night, the whole place goes sex crazy. Just think Caligula. Mind you, the other thing about ancient Rome was the tendency for the participants to leave the back door open, so you may want to give that one a little thought.
In The Village, it goes something like: bar, strip club, bar, strip club, animal centre, bar, restaurant, strip club, pancake shop, bar, zinc and castor oil shop (one the lads got a leather helmet last year), Ferrari main dealer, JK gig, strip club, St Johns ambulance, sex-shop, bar, pet-shop (for the hamsters), champagne bar. Get round the corner and it all starts again. Everything is open round the clock for three days, and most of the time during the other days.
There are beer tents, beer bars, beer cars, beer buses, beer monsters, beer mountains and beer ladies.
Surprisingly enough it's a little difficult to get hold of protection. Bring a bootful, keep some behind your ears.
There is a rumour of a outdoor pole-dancing gig at the champagne bar on Saturday night.
H
