When you stage a gig like Splashy you KNOW the shit is going to hit the fan, whether it's injuries from moshing, runaway fires, naked pole races or 'The Party Trick'. That's why they have that long and boring Indemnity Notice put up in a visible spot at the entrance, and probably printed in the programme too. 'You wanna hurt yourself? Go ahead, just don't think you can sue us' or perhaps 'Go ahead and do what you smaak but we've done all we can to cover our asses - don't say we didn't warn and don't come crying' is what that basically says.
So, in my humble opinion, to try to restrict people - especially tanked up and super-amped lighties who are looking to bust out in a blaze of gory glory - from throwing their name in the bin and indulging in self-destructive behaviour is...a little short sighted. Festivals = mayhem. Everyone knows that, and correct me if I'm wrong, but that's why they're so appealing. It's an occasion to vent, to get loose on legal (and the other, if you're a really crafty festy weasel) intoxicants and to behave like a prize-winning muppet, at risk to reputation and life and limb. The prevalence of alcohol as the intoxicant of choice is an issue - the abuse of it at festivals is tantamount to sanctioned irresponsibility and makes no sense when regarded in comparison to cannabis which will make you dangerous only to the nearest tub of chocolate chip ice cream.
Anyway - for organisers to allow people to get utterly twisted outta shape and then try to contain them strikes me as hypocritical and an overreaction. Same goes for the 'jumping on top of the speaker' story - yes, there has to be reasonably safe behaviour onstage, but to prevent what amounts to a legitimate part of a performance? And what's all this about 'no swearing'? Jislaaik. Say what, motherfucker?
Bravo to Lark's Inge, then, for giving that idea the finger.
Sorry for the Puritans, but you can't put a lid on the effervescence of da yout. That's what middle age is for.