Couple In Their 40s Wondering What The Fuck They’re Doing At Music Festival

RUBBING the back of his calf muscle to relieve his flared-up sciatica from sleeping on a tent floor for three hours, one half of team O’Brien tucked in the laces of his New Balance trainers before going on to wonder what the actual fuck the couple are doing at a music festival at this stage of life.

“Forty euros for two pies, mash and green pea juice? We could have fed the family for a week on that!” David O’Brien relayed to his wife Julie, who was now equally annoyed for spending almost a grand for the three-day tent in a field surrounded by ‘annoying kids’.

“This is definitely our last festival!” Julie added, realising she said the exact same shit last year, and the year before that.

Counting how many steps he did the previous day, David explained he will probably need another few day’s recovery when they get home on Monday, shuddering at the thoughts of hungover traffic leaving the slippery muddy field as he looked at the rain radar.

“Best head early Monday, hun, there’s a storm front moving is from the Atlantic Sunday night,” he carried on, throwing two camping chairs onto his back ahead of the day’s events so the pair can sit like pensioners in the busy crowd.

“Oh my God I see a band I know!” Julie exclaimed with excitement looking at the lineup, proving to herself that she maybe not that old after all before a group of passing girls giggled at her yellow anorak.

“There’s a new season of Below Deck out, we could always head home later tonight and spin back up tomorrow?” the pair agreed, knowing full-well they’ll be too tired and comfy at home to ever return.