It was my first year at T in the Park and the year was 1999. I hadn't turned 18 yet here I was with my mates armed with a tent, sleeping bag and the cheapest beer money could buy.
Unfortunately for us we found out we were going 1 day before which meant we only had time to get a 2 man tent for 3 people, which was single skinned and this is Scotland. We got soaked, badly.
I was still a bit wary about people back then, maybe scared some one would take my beer off me whilst not being able to defend myself or police would sneak up and catch me with my hash.
A weegie (Glaswegian) waltzed in to our area singing in the most vile of voices along to Eminem classic 'The Real Slim Shady' all we could hear was "chicka chicka whit, chicka chicka who, shlim shady" You could feel the positivity drain from our group as he swaggered into the circle. He wanted our hash which we didn't want him to have, naturally.
He brought down everyone for around half an hour. Eventually after hearing his voice for what seemed an eternity I couldn't take it anymore so I stood up puffed out my tiny chest and told him to F*** OFF. He responded by punching me in the throat and then saw we had a huge group so he walked off in the dark singing Eminem and couldn't see that he was about to trip over a bunch of guyropes...BOOFT! right on his face. Meanwhile 6 guys jumped out of the tents that he just helped collapse and laid into him while we chanted 'CHICKA... CHICKA... WHIT' #Karma
in T In The Park716