I noticed at the Oxegen festival that the two most likely groups to want to talk with me were nice ladies and drunk men. The ladies were all very sweet, especially this lovely dear who gave me a wee peck on the cheek. The green hair reminded me of a troll doll princess (which is a compliment, dear.)
The drunk men on the other hand were mostly a nuisance, constantly flicking the end of my nose or trying to pull of my hat.