One of our group had a delicate tummy and had resorted to knees-down running to the latrines.
Later the same day, pondering...
"I'm not sure another beer would do my dodgy guts any good.
On the other hand, f*ck it."
We were next to the "smack my Witch up" show too: between the Brethren's 6am 100+dB disco for 5 seated people, and Werner's amazingly equipped crew.