Okay, so I went to 'Graspop Metal Meeting' as they call it themselves.
Yeah I know, I told all my friends, leider, I have to go to Grapop, I don't wanna, told myself a million times I'll never go there again, after the Desert Storm thing they had going on (I'm more of the Rainy Storm myself) and crap like that. But fuck, what happens? Fucking Wacken was sold out while I was moving to a smaller house to be able to afford the bar, so I couldn't go there and then those Wankers at Graspop deceided to put in all those freakin' great bands:

Saxon
Kiss
Iron Maiden
Judas Priest
Whitesnake
Opeth
Ministry
and so on...
Well fuck, I'll even go and watch Ingwie while I'm at it!

Yeah well, FUCK THAT!!! I'm never going anywhere near that fuckin' festival again! People walked around there looking like they where going to work on a Monday morning! After one hour I felt like singing Boredom (by the Buzzcocks you dumbass!)! Dude!

No music playing in de camping area, nobody laughing and NO WATER! (Sorry Tank Girl just carried me away).

So then I thought, let's go to the festivalsite, everybody must be having fun there! Guess again! Same drawling Belgiums, staring at nothing! We went to get some booze tickets: took us two hours! Ingwie had played by then, but just don't ask me to go do anything without a beer in my hand ( I might die doing it! And you know the rules!) Got into two fights while I was standing in this same line, liked hitting the dumbass girl in her face, she's obviously from Frigidland!

See 'The Cunts of Avalon' background, at Legendes/ Legends.

When I saw her back half an hour later (yeah, still standing in line) her face had turned blue. But the guy choking me when I told him to stay of my divine butt, I liked less, the bastard was strong too! Left all my bitchass nails in his face, but luckily the real Dutch hero bloke that came with me hit the Wanker so bad he tried to apologize! WRONG! You fucker! Welcome to the Hague's mentality: go fuck yourself!

So.. meanwhile no real festival was going on, no one drunk, no loud music (not to my ears at least), I don't really remember what happened next (Bloody Mary can really save your butt). But standing in line wherever you go beer that's so bad it doesn't even wanna make you feel like puking (no damn alcohol in the, I swear!)..damn, I don't even want to talk anymore about it.

To cut short; I'll tell you that the only band where the music sounded a bit proper was Def Leppard and I don't even like them that much, but I enjoyed them and felt for an hour like partying. I deceided (yeah I write it like that on purpose) to piss anywhere I'd please, preferably in the middle of the crowd, in stead of standing in line for another half hour, filled my time with the metal marked and fuckin' up, down and sideways (pretty nice I must say, but I came there for the music). The sound of Kiss was ultimately bad, I couldn't hear shit, same with Ministry: in the tens you couldn't hear the difference between the songs so you had to stand outside and at the mainstage the sounds just blew away with the wind!

And when Sunday those Wankers just forgot to tell us that freakin' Opeth wouldn't play I got myself a felt tip pen and wrote I HATE BELGIUM on my belly and FUCK GRASPOP on my back. Went to see Maiden (great show as always, luckily) walzed back with an attitude that made people move away from me..err perhaps just because I stamped through all those wankers singing Walk in my head..

And then fucked off home at 6 in the morning. And that's the end of it. And I don't give a flying fuck if anyone's offended by this. It's the fucking truth.