There was a man listening into Mat's conversation. As usual, he was banging on about humanitarian shiiiii.... stuff, and I could see this man's expression growing more and more tiresome. Suddenly, he had had enough and he went for him. He kept throwing punches at Mat and bartering him to the ground. I was so shocked, I didn't know what to do. This guy was massive. Not muscular, but fat 'massive'. I tried to take a swing at him, myself, but he just laughed at me. Looking at Mat's swollen face, the kind and considerate wife I am, I said "You can't go to work like that. It doesn't reflect well on the company!" Next scene; I was at some kind of music festival. A bit like Glastonbury, but it wasn't spread out across a field, it was in one long line. We each had to find a place to pitch for the night. We arrived late and got the shittiest place of all ... literally. What looked like human shit was dotted around our tent. "We can't stay here!" I grumbled. "We have no other choice!" Mat replied.