It's mudder on the dancefloor

The great traditions of Irish music festivals.

The long car journey to Ratoath, Co Meath, the traffic, the slow stewarding and the queues, the wearing of silly attire and, of course, the rain.

We had all heard that the continental-style torrential rain on Friday night had flooded parts of the ground. But nobody thought there would be a repeat of last year’s Woodstock-type scenes.