I have been going to music festivals since my first one on my 17th birthday in 1985. If all the components come together (mainly dry weather to be honest) nothing beats it; I really cannot think of many better ways to spend a few days.
This. It gone run out of Brighton for breaking the rules of its license, pitched up briefly in London then moved to Bristol. It is debatable what happened next but I my take is that it was down to financial problems.
Big Chill was a weird one. Full of middle-class types who like the idea of a festival but not the reality. Everything stopped at 11pm. Most of the people I was with were fully revved up at this point, just getting ready to go and spent the night like coiled springs.
This happened to me at Glastonbury in 98. Had a guy come up to me, mumble some words and then just stare at me and follow me. Was very weird and off-putting. It lasted for an hour and eventually I walked to a security area to shake him off.