Plethora

Standing in the queue to see Blacktown, I realised that I was standing out from the crowd due to sheer normality. here's a list of things that I forgot to take with me to the festival.



1. Bad Hair.
The more unkempt the better. Festival goers should exercise extreme caution with regards to having anything remotely resembling 'stylish' or 'managed' hair.



2. Festival Guide.
So what if you've already gone through it from cover to cover, bought tickets to all the movies you want to see, and have doubled it's weight via kilograms of ink left behind after you have annotated each movie listing - is HAS to go with you EVERYWHERE.



3. Headwear.
Got a teacosy just gathering dust? Put it on your head, the less dignified the better. Peaked caps are a definite no no, and don't even consider anything constructed of a synthetic fibre.



4. Excessive Scarves.
Please, it's Melbourne, you don't need Lavinia Nixon to tell you that you need to rug up. And rug up festival goers do, with an array of stylish, colour coordinated, inner city lane way cafe and $12 foccacia scarves on display.



5. Talking Hands.
Got something to say? Yell it with your hands. Those with an opinion on Wolf Creek, Casuistry: The Art of Killing a Cat, or Voices of Iraq, had better have a dazzling array of innocent bystanders eyesight endangering hand movements to back them up. Folded arms should step aside!