One year at Truck Festival (still got some great polaroids of DiSers on the PiS somewhere), woke up one morning and went for a pee and wander around clearly with copious lagers still in the system. Found a stall selling Bloody Maries by the pint, but they called them something else. Smelled tomato, fancied a healthy soup breakfast, bought one. Absolutely wankered by about 8.05 am.