As the clouds cleared, and the sun decided it was about time to emerge from wherever he had been hiding, and the tape in the player switched onto yet another fantastic punk rock emerald, it felt like a fantastic day to be going to a one day festival in a gargantuan field in deepest Nottinghamshire. Unfortunately, at this precise moment, my friends and I were stuck in a rather large traffic jam on the A52. Which pretty much sums up Distortion 2002. A day that was amazing yet disappointing, full of fantastic performances and high spirits, yet uninspiring bands and torrential rain. What more can you ask for?
By the time we entered the seemingly endless queue to enter the venue, the heat was getting close to, to coin a phrase,