Do the attendees of Future Music Festival comprise a particularly coordinated sample of humans or something? On the Sydney leg of the festival at Randwick Race Course this Saturday past, a woman brought new meaning to the term ‘fence sitter’, leisurely reclining atop the precarious metal balustrading of the crowd barrier; then there was this nimble horde of scumbags who were captured on film busting into the festival, leaving the embarrassed constabulary in their wake. Except for that one guy who eats it on the way down. Pray for that guy.
Hat tip to Tim Dunlop for the heads up.
