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Just
thought I'd try to clear up the Scouse "did he/didn't he die at Treworgey
festy confusion" .
If
I'm right then yes, unfortunately he did die down in Cornwall.
He was found by his best mate, the matey who he was traveling with at
the time, Kenny.
From
what I can remember, they were living in a blue F.G (which incidentally,
bore a chocolate "Hobnob" as a tax disc!). The morning after
another busy night on the piss, Kenny got up out his bed, went over to
Scouse to wake him with a morning can of brew, only to find that he'd
died in the night. I think I recall Kenny saying he was blue lipped and
cold when he tried to wake him, so it's possible he died soon after he
crashed out.
Now
for the real speculation.....The site "gobslip/rumour mill, had him
necking a load of Valium/Tammazies on top of the days boozing, and this
is what killed him. This is possibly true (though I don't know for sure),
cos he did have a fondness for downers as well as the booze, as did a
lot of us at the time. Another tale had him glugging meth as well as the
pills but, like I say, I don't know for certain what killed him, and does
it really matter?
Another
somewhat more unlikely scenario has it that Scouse took off his "Lucky
Sock"! (An old sock he wore, claiming never to remove it, in the
belief that it magically bestowed upon him great luck, the power to charm
the ladies, and immunity from harm!) In divesting himself of the sock
he lost it's mystical protective powers, and was unfortunately to die
as a result....... Hey, you never know!
Anyway amidst the speculation and sock based silliness, lets not forget
Scouse himself.
Cliched
to say it I know, but he was genuinely one of lifes better people, and
really very well liked by a lot of folk.
Although he enjoyed a beer or ten, and was labeled as "Brew crew",
he was never a real trouble maker, a bit naughty maybe, without a doubt
loud, boisterous and unrestrained, but he was good natured and generous
to a fault. A pleasure to have known. He certainly didn't deserve his
fate.
Apparently,
somewhere on a hillside in Cornwall, a four pack of Special Brew is buried
in his honour. A fitting gesture.
Finally, if anyone knows where Kenny is (Herefordshire maybe?),
he is the person who, should anyone wish (and if he wants to tell), can
say for certain what happened to Scouse.
Annony
Mouse
My friends and I went to Treworgy, in small camper vans, with tickets,
and had a great time.
Yes, we did acid, which was good in those days and were stoned most of
the time.
I remember the campsite plumbing was laid on the ground with compression
connectors.
Some bright sparks decided to undo the connectors near them to save queuing
at the standpipes.
The whole system failed and for days there was little or no running water.
That and the sun, which was baking, caused everything there to be covered
in fine dust,
thus giving the impression that it had been there for months !
. . .my formative years
Regards,
Ray Weston
First I'd like to say, what a marvellous and fascinating site, congratulations
on it.
Secondly, I can add just a few hazy reflections of the Treworgey Tree
fayre. Myself and friends went down from Buckinghamshire, ranging from
experienced biker/hardnut types in their 30s to freshfaced teenage punk/alternative
kids like myself.
The only band I can remember are Citizen Fish, Dick's band after Culture
Shock. They played the stage in the Traveller Field. Aside from that,
musically I remember hearing very odd, dislocated acid house all over
the place.
Some very, very dodgy seeming people. A guy who threatened to set my brother's
tent on fire if he didn't move his car. He didn't look like he was joking.
Police walked around in pairs and got stuff thrown at them - they didn't
bother trying to arrest anyone that I saw.
It
was intriguing but disconcerting to see the same hostility from a 'counterculture'
as I was familiar with from the 'straight' world, but that's people for
you. I suppose we did look like fluffy well-off middle-class kids to some
of these people. The travellers I knew were friendly if a bit nutty but
there were some real psychos here and I had not encountered the like.
Having
said that, a good time was had and the vibe stayed just the right side
of madness. I'm not sure how things would have been if it had rained though!
Sam
Carpenter
hi
we
arrived there a few days before and got a job helping set stuff up - which
meant free entry - we didnt have much cash but didnt need any as we had
a real stroke of luck. we were hanging around the entrance waiting for
someone to tell us what to do when some guy who was working on the gate
came running past with loads of entry wristbands - too many for him to
carry and not realising he dropped about 20 or 30 of them which me and
my mate quickly gathered up... festival entry wristbands = cash! - we
split them up and i went off to sell mine about 1/2 mile away from the
entrance and my mate decided to offload his right next to the security
guards ( to be fair he was a bit off his face ) - which ended up in the
wristbands being confiscated and him being beaten up !
i
sold all mine and probably for the first time ever at a festival had more
cash than i knew what to do with - i remember hawkwind and on the last
day sitting at the top of the hill at dawn tripping out of my head with
some mad travelling band playing - could have been the ozrics i dont know
- and looking down on the site which was covered in fog with tent tops
and flags peeking out like islands from the fog - it seemed like some
mystical place of arthurian legend at that moment in time. didnt last
for ever though as i ended up thinking i had strychnine poisoning...
Duncan
Just
found your site – nice one. Thought I’d put in my two penneth.
We ( mixture of Crusty, Psychobilly types) drove up from London having
picked up a hitcher on the way. Got in on Saturday Morning – its
was chaos. Parked up in an adjacent field, forgot about the tent and went
down to join in the throng. This was my first festival and even though
I was a tad green at the time, I have never seen so many people so bolloxed
in a field anywhere.
There
was this red dust kicked up that got into everything, so within minutes
you looked like you’d been there for weeks. Got my first pair of
para boots ( £3!!) and whilst trying them on, got my most fav festy
memory ever – watch the Hari Krishnas doing their thing around the
main field, with a few brew heads, armed with bright orange scrumpy dancing
after them – grand.
Ended up sleeping in Welfare, in rows ( like where they line up dead bodies
after major disasters), with people OD’ing being rushed passed us
all night. This happened both nights.
Saw a few bands - Bykers ( used to have a bootleg on tape of that –
unsure where it is now), Frantic Flinstones, Demented are go, Luna Chicks,
Hawkwind ( thought they were still tuning up, then realised that they
were half way through their set), Misty in Roots, Chaos UK ( blew up the
PA) – but it was really dark at night, no lighting apart from stages.
Lost everyone on the first night for a few hours –not my best move.
No
bogs, no water. Dogs everywhere. Did hear rumours of deaths – one
was the bloke being run over, the other was a kid drowning and the ambulance
couldn’t get down the lanes in time. People were supposedly shitting,
pissing up-stream in the river and then others drawing their water form
it lower down – hence all the typhoid etc rumours. We ate at the
Krishna place – lentils, booze and no bogs make interesting festival
partners and spent a while following the trail of bogroll & turds
along a hedgerow until it was safe to squat.
There was a real feeling of anarchy about the whole place – not
a “right on trash the system” constructive type, more of a
“ anything can and will happen here”. Yes it was scary, yes
it was fun. The place was an absolute shit-hole by the time we got there
– no idea what it was like a couple of weeks later. I’ve been
on several sites since, both at festivals and travellers sites, from the
Idyllic Foxhill, to the heroin plagued Beechome Cliff – none were
as bad as I remember Treworgey to be.
Would I go back? – yep absolutely, but I’d sleep in my van
this time & take a spade J.
Flounder
