My first time...

We've been shopping today. Not usually an exciting thing in itself but this was a very specific kind of shopping - we went to get the necessaries and supplies for the V Festival next weekend.
I am so ridiculously excited that I can guarantee, come about Wednesday, I won't be able to sleep until we're in the car on the way down to Weston Park (on the Shropshire/Staffordshire border, as the local news outlets keep pointing out, just in case we didn't know).
You see, V will be two firsts for me - my first ever music festival and the first time I have ever been camping. Properly camping, that is, when I went with school aged 12 doesn't count as there were eight of us in a canvas and wood tent that was already up when we got there and we didn't have to cook for ourselves as we weren't allowed to.
We hadn't originally planned to go but when Da Boy heard that a couple of his band members and associated folks were going, we thought "why the Hell not?". My cousin and his missus are also heading down, so it's promising to be an awesome weekend.
So £162 each later, not including all the extra costs of buying the tent etc, we're almost ready for the off!
Sadly, Da Boy's company is being rather knobhead-like and won't let him have the Friday or Monday off, so he's going to have to meet us down there Friday night and leave me to pack up the tent on Monday.
Now, I do have to point out that I do have certain hygiene issues about camping. Festival toilet facilities are not exactly known for their cleanliness and I am the sort who runs a mile at the sight of a rogue pubic hair anywhere near a toilet or shower. So I have decided, instead, to stock up on deodorising wipes and dry shampoo and will just have to hope I don't smell too bad come Monday morning!
Even so, I actually can't wait! Woop!