I came, I heard the noise, saw the queues for beers, couldn't purchase the authentic craft beer or cider for consumption at the event, had a couple of sausages-in-a-bun (from an actual Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler) £7 and l was conquered returning to The Muse where the queues were less so and there was no bad renditions of Oasis's greatest hits.
The Gestapo event organiser was giving birth to turkeys because people were opening the produces they had bought at the event; they had not nicely taken their produce home. Sending their minions to present arms, bayonets fixed, to challenge stall holders seemed control freakish.
Charged for entry, overwhelmed by the loudness of the PA and kids rides (a fairground no less) and blinded by the slights - watching a heated exchange between the Gestapo and one of the stall holders: the stall holder wasn't doing a thing wrong in this capitalist fair selling his fayre, but the Gestapo blamed him for forcing people to open the bottles they had purchased ... This I didn't get.
Next time will the event organiser not charge for entry, increase the vendors of alcoholic drinks and select more interesting food producers, rather than the obvious fast food producers I see at at music festivals, was this heading in the direction of a Music Festival for gluttony.
There are other towns who do Food Festivals better - perhaps observe them in motion?
Two hours later I was racing to overtake the multitude of pushchairs heading back into town. This wasn't for me. Oh well.