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I had dressed for a festival in England, sunhat, sun block, raincoat, sarong to sit on, shorts and boots against the dirt and possible mud but this was a festival you could feel happy wearing high heels to and several did. Where straightened hear and pastel sunglasses were more common than the hippy or Goth look I would more normally expect.

There were a few oldsters like Simon and I but mainly the youth of Sydney headed out to the Sydney showgrounds for the Big Day Out.
The venue has many small and large concrete buildings, theatre spaces and stadia, kind of like having a festival in a shopping mall, not very rock’n’roll.

There were steel barriers to queue at for the bars, very unfortunate if you had navigated a maze of steel to find yourself at a bar which serves only premixed rum and cola, and even worse if you had failed to queue for a wrist band proving that you are of drinking age.