Henry AKA Zobbster braves the elements to sample the sights and sounds of the Global Gathering weekender.

See that? Even the sky was welcoming us to an excellent event. I've no idea of the actual scale, but I'd say this festival was about 3 square miles in size.

Ok, it was about 2 minutes before this photo was taken, when the scale of the oncoming night hit me. My eyes widened, and total awe hit me. This place was mental.

Ah, now here we are. The "Accelerated culture" stage. Anyone who's been to a drum and bass rave knows exactly what to expect. It was however extremely weird to be dancing about on soft grass. Look at the amounts of heads within the crowd. As much as I tried to get even close to the front, this was like fighting a sea of people which refused to stop giving it large to the grimiest of basslines.

Everywhere you went there were hundreds of smiling happy people. Not one bit of attitude to be found anywhere. Really. Check out the laser going for it over the night sky.

Two totally mental funfair rides. One being a massive erection (hohoho) which shot you up into the air, then dropped you like a sack of shit, and the other being a massive erection which...er....shot you into the air, and bounced you about a bit. Would you catch me on either? Would you fuck...

More pastel coloured tones from the breaks tent. While this wasn't as busy as the mighty d&b stage, it left me enough room to show them how I like to tear up the dance floor and smoke them with some grinding moves. This left me wanting so much more....infact I really need to get my hands on more Breaks music. Especially the nu-skool stuff. More inflatable fun.

There's no feeling that can quite match being in an arena with likeminded people when a tune drops and the crowd goes wild. Monsta!

Bo selecta! Craig David needs a sit down. Although the costume was shit, the guy was in full character and had a large crowd amused for ages. He was obviously paid to do this, as there was also a guy wondering about in a fucking huge cowboy hat and leather boots. They were always happy to pose for photos and entertain people throughout the night.

And look, here I am... sucking down some "BLAST" oxygen. How can I explain this one? Here's how: In airplanes they have oxygen supplied through drop-down masks in case of emergency. These aren't for help breathing, but to let your body get a blast of pure 02, so that your mind gets a hit of 'Euphoria', thus allowing you to accept an inevitable death. So there you go. I got a 5 minute blast of pure euphoria. I actually got longer, because I was chatting up the girl behind the desk, who was also giving me a rather superb belly dance to nothing less than: "Terrence and Phillip's Uncle Fucker" Could the night get any better?!

Devastation surrounds you from every single possible angle.