Fetival mishaps

Lauren Healy learned the hard way about bringing valuable items along to a festival…
My first year going to Electric Picnic I was a complete festival newbie, and I didn’t know what to bring or how much to pack. I decided to bring my favourite bag with my new iPhone, my nicest purse and a lot of my favourite make-up. 
On Saturday night I was asleep in my tent with my bag beside me and I woke up to this lad sneaking out of the tent with my bag in his hand! 
I tried to chase him, but I lost him in the end and to say I was devastated was an understatement. Everything was in that bag, all of my money, my bus ticket home and my beloved phone. 
What I didn’t expect was how great the next day would be. I’d lost everything I could lose so I had absolutely nothing left to worry about, and it actually ended up being the best day of the weekend. 
The weekend got even better when my bag was handed in. When I got it back on the Monday, most of my stuff was still in there except my phone and money. 
But for someone who thought they’d never see their favourite lipstick again, it was good enough for me.
Moral of the story: don’t bring your iPhone, sleep with your bag around you at night, spread your money out in different places and don’t bring anything you’d hate to lose. (Lauren Healy)
James McGlade stresses that if you are to drink at a festival, make sure to bring cans…
Leaving everything until the last minute, as I tend to do, I was getting ready for Electric Picnic on Friday afternoon, rushing around the house gathering my things, sweating about the bus that I hoped to catch. 
It’s by no means essential to drink at a music festival and I had been the designated guide back to tents, escorting friends over trip wires, for the event in the previous two years. 
This time around I decided to let myself go and grabbed a crate of beer to bring down. Unfortunately, when I arrived the man at the entrance had to tell me with a heavy heart that they couldn’t allow me to take all of those bottles in the arena! 
You probably won’t make the same mistake because you’re not an idiot. But in case it’s your first time drinking there, bring cans rather than bottles. 
Kate realised the importance of pacing yourself when drinking throughout the weekend…
I was pacing myself very well throughout the weekend of Oxegen 2012, however what led to my downfall on the last day was that I panicked and drank the rest of my drink. 
Cue running off from my friends, ending up passing out in the portaloos and then eventually finding my way to the first aid tent where I proceeded to miss my idol Beyoncé’s performance. 
When they let me out of the first aid tent I wandered around unable to find my friends as I thought I had lost my phone, only to find it later on stuffed down my sock. Lesson learned.
Rachael O’Connor argues that portable chargers are a true blessing…
People know this one is important, but it can’t be stressed enough. Make sure you can get into contact with people at all times. 
I went to Electric Picnic last year for the first time with two friends, and only one of us had remembered to have her phone fully charged. 
So, when the two of us who had forgotten got separated from her, we had absolutely no way of finding her again. 
The queue for phone chargers was insane, and the wait period for your phone to be charged was even longer. We spent that night first trying to relocate our missing friend, and then, having decided that she would most likely have gone back to the tent, spent hours trying to find our tent in the dark. 
The missing girl was, coincidentally, the only one who remembered the way back. We spent what seemed like forever trekking in the mud and freezing rain until by some miracle we randomly bumped into her again, before sprinting off into the darkness. 
We lost her again, and the entire cycle continued until maybe an hour later when we realized we hadn’t even been in the right campsite the whole time. So for the love of God, have good battery in your phone at all times, portable chargers are a blessing! 
Emma Ní Chearúil realised that she is no Bear Grylls when it comes to pitching her tent…
If I could give one piece of festival advice, it would be to practice pitching your tent.  Apparently, a struggle with the pegs is not the only issue that can arise.
For Christmas I had received a “Two Man Camping Tent” and pair of patterned wellies – my festival season was sorted!
Electric Picnic rolled around and we headed for Stradbally. We got a great spot to set ourselves up and proceeded to pitch our makeshift beds and hideaways for the weekend. 
“This can’t be right,” I kept saying as mine took shape. My shark fin-shaped tent came to just above knee-height, and was far from being able to sleep two men.  
Luckily, I am one woman and so, though it was “cosy”, I didn’t think too much of it.  We named it Sharkbait, and laughed at how ridiculous it looked.  This time of night though, everyone else seemed to be headed back through the camp too and more than a few took a “liking” to poor Sharkbait.  
When I say like, I mean hysteric laughter, jeering, wondering aloud about whether it was a better option than finding the toilets, shaking it to see if it would come down. I spent the rest of the festival sleeping in a friend’s tent. Sharkbait did last the weekend, by some miracle, but I definitely wouldn’t recommend him to a friend!