A FIFTY five thousand strong crowd parading through fields dressed as sailors, sharks, sea urchins and snorkels.

Bestivalites are declaring naval warfare with a nautical but nice HMS Bestival theme to celebrate a decade of dancing this weekend.

But that’s not all - it all goes on here.

The festival freakery on show is genuinely startling. In previous years, I’ve witnessed several marriages in the inflatable church, danced the night away in a bewitched rave tree and become a regular at both the silent disco and the smallest pub in the world.

Except, this year Bestival is even more bonkers.

I love the bizarre ideas dreamt up by Rob da Bank and the team at Bestival HQ, but this year they’ve surprassed even themselves.

Quite apart from the strangest headline paring for all time – Elton John and Snoop Dogg – there’s plenty more first time treats.

My pick of the newbies has got to be the giant inflatable Lionel Richie. You crawl inside. You pick up a telephone. It sings classic Richie songs to you. Standard.

Sadly Mr Motivator is no more. But he is replaced by Sink the Pink, a collective of tranny performers and real-life Royal Marines blowing the cobwebs away with military fitness precision.

It’s a huge adventure and you never know what’s in store for you at Bestival.

Hopefully I won’t suffer from sea legs – or try to dance on the ceiling.

Anything’s possible.

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