Early this morning I took my camera for a stroll around the largely de-populated Roskilde Festival campgrounds. It was basically a wall-to-wall shag carpet of debauchery and first world ingenuity (the kind that arises from not starving and having ample supplies of duct-tape). It was also photo-buffet of turds left behind in abandoned tents. So many turds.
Turd.
Hates music. Loves laminating.
Another turd.
One guy actually cleaned up after himself.
Third turd.
Bravo.
Final turd.