Day 3:
The groups are settling into routines, although there were some initial arguments over proximity to fresh water. 90% of the TSRians claimed to have been to Glastonbury, but it became clear that the true number was closer to about 5%, based on their total inability to camp communally. Every faction wanted to be closer to a small freshwater stream, ultimately the prime position being fenced off so that no-one could claim it, but the closest were the Cambridge and Oxford gangs, followed by an LSE/RUMS coalition. A group from Durham tried to join this top tier, but they were driven away by a pack of KCL guards, a group of very mediocre henchmen enjoying their London status.
Food has become less of an issue. An exceptional looking girl from a very low ranking institution set the pattern by commandeering a group of followers and declaring herself Queen. Between four and five young males continuously proffered her gifts of fruit throughout the day. This idea quickly spread and turned into a cattle auction of white knights. One of the non-feminazis claimed to have read Economics and bamboozled her sistahs with a five minute presentation on labour market economics. This resulted in an agreement amongst the non-feminists to share the pool of white knights and redistribute them on a daily basis, something akin to the NFL draft.
There was disquiet amongst the real feminists, who threatened to break all institutional ties and set up a sisterhood commune on the periphery of the settlement. They were further angered when no-one tried to discourage them from leaving.