Aside from my mate Chris, Bloodstock prides itself on not attracting dickheads. The people in the blue tent to your left and or the slightly rickety one on the right are likely to be sound guys and gals who will share their beer and sun cream. The likelihood is by Saturday you will conversing like you have known them all your life. I have a bunch of close friends I only see at Bloodstock, I met most of them because I tripped over their guide ropes. I consider a number of them amongst my best mates (including the aforementioned Chris), so go on, speak to the guy in the Amorphis t-shirt, they may be your Chris, Ed, Ali (both), Debbie, Ben, Georgia, Gary, Kat, Pete or Nova.