It’s summer and festival time. My nose is peeling from sunburn, and my garage floor is covered with camping stuff in the process of being cleaned and made ready for the next trip. At least once each summer I join other grubby/happy festival goers in dusty (or damp) fields to eat a global variety of fried food and listen to music. For such a simple pleasure I need to praise two critical technologies: amplification and chemical toilets.
Without the first there would be no point in going because we wouldn’t hear much.