|Everyone has their "traditions" at festivals, and here's the lager-fuelled nonsense that afflicts us each summer|
|Peterborough beer festival.
This starts a couple of days before Reading, and is Britain's second-biggest beer festival. It provides an ideal opportunity for us to meet up and start on the drinking, as well as to sample weird and wonderful examples of the brewers' art. Well, you've got to be match-fit.
The Bull at Streatley.
Shopping for beer and food in Asda prior to setting off for Reading in 1993, we found a "bargain bin" of particularly potent and exotic-sounding French lagers, which we decided would do very nicely for breakfast at the festival. Thus was born the tradition of the "breakfast beers", which now extends to all manner of strange brews, though the 8 per cent strength ciders have been abandoned in recent years due to adverse effects that early in the day.
The crap jokes
Swimming in the Thames
Kev's own unique traditions
Kev running out of money on the Saturday. Also an ex-tradition, as Kev earns more these days. And he now has a credit card
Kev getting really pissed on the Sunday night, then wanting to wait until early afternoon on the Monday before attempting to drive. Oh yes, this still happens!
|The Bull, Streatley|
|The tea ceremony
Arriving in Reading by train in 1982, Wigg and Dan decided they needed a cup of tea (what was wrong with lager, guys?) and went to the little cafe opposite the railway station where they experienced what they later claimed was the worst cup of tea ever brewed. They decided the experience should be repeated in subsequent years as "The Reading Tea Ceremony". Sadly, by the following year, the cafe staff had learned to brew a decent cuppa, and the tradition ended there and then.