Overheard at Up the Creek 2009

2009-02-09 11:37
Overheard at Up the Creek

After Rocking the Daisies, Oppikoppi 2006 , Oppikoppi 2007, Oppikoppi 2008 , and Splashy Fen two years running, you'd think we'd have heard it all. But you'd be wrong, because the punters sure kept the crackers coming at this year's Creekfest, a hot, wet, and not so wild paradise for the contemplative sharer of wisdom.

Watch: The cool bands, the bikini babes and the cute kids video.

Some get luckier than others

Journalist sharing hipflask: "'Sex drugs and rock 'n roll' is a misnomer. You have to buy them."

She don't dig wood
Model-type sitting on coolerbox: "I like oysters. But I would never want to spend the night in Knysna."

Banter-boys bring down cabin in forest
Night-cap guy: I had one of those snow-cone ice creams. They stick to the roof on your mouth. You know the main component in them is the same thing they use in lice-killer.
Chico-hair guy: Lice-killer sticks to the roof of your mouth?

It's a zoo out there
Hippie-of-the-Burbs: So, these bungalows, what do they do with them when there's no festival on?
Old-timer: They keep wild animals in them.
Hippie: OK so, no different then.

He goes down
Husband: Shave!?
Wife: Just because you're at a rock festival doesn't mean you can't make an effort.

Toilet humour
Dude one: Never pee with an erection.
Dude two: I have actually done that. When I was fifteen and half asleep, I peed in my eye.
Dude three: The odds of getting hit by a plane while you're peeing are much higher if you're standing up.

Dark times
Faceless, motherless voices: NO piggy, we'll get blood all over the tent.

Over the edge
Path Guy passing on path: Hoe gaanit man, is jy nogsteeds 'n hippie?
"Hippie" without pause: Ag fokof!

The morning after
Rhapsodic hungover male: I had a humorous moment last night.
Friend-of-male: What? You had sex?
RHM: Yes, it's only my second time… at a festival.

Love, it's for the birds
Drunk girl hanging off lover's neck: I want to get married to you, in a bird sanctuary, with no birds…

And finally, ORANGES!
Chick skipping through campsite in the dark, 4.30am: Oranges, oranges, oranges! I love oranges! I love oranges! They're awesome!

See you next year…!

Wet and hot and not so wild, Up the Creek is a gentle fest where the old bands play on and nobody ever dies. It's a paradise for contemplation, and after a beer (or 12), you'll find almost anyone is willing to bare their soul. These are the results.

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