Not bothered about the evening 's headline band, "skating for girls" or whatever I chose to go to the comedy tent next to the bars that still weren't doing much business.
From what I could hear above the monotonous thumping coming from the distant dance tent, where it appears some teenager had taken control and turned the bass and treble controls to eleven, the compare at the comedy was very good. Brilliant, witty, spontaneous interaction with the audience.
The next act came on, a thirty something bloke giving the bird with each hand to tell us how sexy he was and tried making people laugh with liberal use of the f word and tales of his sexual conquests. No doubt his mates think him hilarious - trouble was none of them were there.
I went outside to get a better listen to the dance track, which to my ears hadn't changed in the last half hour. Eventually the next comedian came on, introducing herself hilariously as both a feminist and a lesbian and started effing and blinding through her sexually explicit misandristic material.
Yay. Humour eh?
At this, point my bottle of wine called me back to the van where some friends were sat around a fire pit. A great way to end an evening - especially when the curfew put an end to the ruddy dance tent!