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gemsybobsyI have just got back from Reading and it was wicked! I saw lots of bands. I have now seen 38 different bands since my first gig 3 years ago (1997). I’m so gonna go every year!
I only really went ‘cause everyone else was going and I really wanted to see Muse. We were reasonably lucky really because we managed to get tickets, where people were buying theirs a few days afterwards and being informed they were all sold out. I left it to the last minute before I packed, and almost forgot things in the process! Luckily I didn’t forget anything major and we left on the Thursday morning at 9:30am. After loading everything into Steve’s car, me, Jeannie, Steve, Lucy and Tim set off to meet Danni, Pete, Andy and Dave at the first services station. We headed off to Reading, following Pete and Danni closely because we didn’t know where the hell we were going. Everyone else had been twice at least before today, except for Dave, Jeannie and me, although I had been to a different festival before (V99). Upon arriving (it took us nearly 2 hours just to get in the damn car park) setting up camp was easy as we’d got there seemingly early and space was more-or-less unlimited. The only thing that pissed me off a bit was the ridiculous amounts of thistle we had upon which cleverly placed our tents. I, being the prize twat that I am, didn’t bring any tent pegs, but a loan from Steve had it covered. It was REALLY hot and dry, and we had all this work to do, but we did it.
That evening we busted down to a club night set up by the festival organisers outside the grounds. It wasn’t bad, but we weren’t really in the mood for dancing so we left early and tried out the fair. Only one ride was left open; one of those standing up type things that spin and make your baps wobble. After this, and after shouting, “STAR TURN!” a hell of a lot, we returned to the campsite to find everyone in bed. Boring cunts! So we just went to bed too. For God’s sake.
Friday we woke to blazing sunshine again, it was ridiculously hot today, and Jeannie and I spent the morning playing cards and drinking water, not alcohol. We only saw Limp Bizkit during the day, despite my protests to stay in the arena for longer. But it was just too damn hot and all the other bands were shite anyway. We sat around and got some food on the go at the tents, and I wanted to see Muse that night so Dave and I went to see them early and caught Shed Seven in the Radio 1 tent as well. The band were brilliant, great atmosphere, especially the shouts of “FUCK OFF, OASIS!” whenever Muse finished a song and said offending band could be heard again from the Main Stage. Absolute wickedness.
I couldn’t believe it; when we got back to the tents again everyone was in bed! Bloody hell! Saturday was wicked, we began by watching JJ72 on the Radio 1 stage. I dragged Jeannie and Steve with me, ‘cause everyone else went to see Gorky’s (which was harsh, ‘cause I wanted to see Gorky’s too). JJ72 were excellent though, and Steve asked me to do him a tape of their songs when we got back. This morning we had woken up with leaking tentage. (Dave and I were sharing). We had no warning of rain at all, and it chucked it down all day, and it was stupid. We all walked around wearing these condom-like waterproofs. But that’s the fun of festivals… the mud ruled! Mud rules!
Anyway, after JJ72 we went over and caught nearly all of Idlewild’s set, which was good, followed by Deftones and SFA, and then Gomez, who were all wicked. We went back to the tents after that and joined our neighbours round their fire that evening. SFA bought the sun back out this evening!
Some bunch of lairy Oasis fans plonked their tent right in the middle of our circle. Cunts. So as our neighbour put it, we had doorsteps rather than a garden. Next year I think tape is called for. We need a fence. Or we could build a huge fire on the first day, so that no-one would wanna camp in the black stuff. ^_^
Sunday was the best day. I got up to see the Crocketts who were completely amazing as usual. We also saw A, Daphne and Celeste (you should have heard the booing and seen the bottles flying!) Blink-182, Rage (!), Slipknot, Placebo and Stereophonics. All were great apart from Placebo and Blink-182, who sounded a bit shite. We went for cookies and coffee when they were playing. Only me and Steve watched the Stereophonics, because no-one else likes them. We had a great view! Afterwards back at the tent we were amazed to find that everyone was still up, but it was only because they were worried about one of the group who’d set his tent and himself on fire. He was okay though, just a little burn I think. We stayed up and joined in the shouty stuff. But then Steve showed me a convenient bush I could use as a weeing facility, (the toilets were best avoided as it was the last night and they were all being knocked over and such like) and when we got back all the buggers were in bed again! We weren’t about to sit there while we were in such a good mood, so we went down to the arena where there were riots, all going mental, and there was a huge fire and a massive crowd. There were loads of fire-engines coming so we went to investigate and came across a crowd who’d turned the big rubbish bins over and were playing them like bongos or Stomp or something. Heehee. Crazy dancing ensued. Went to bed in the early hours, and then Dave woke me up at 7am on Monday morning so we could be packed up and going by 9am. It worked, and we were home in no time. One of my goldfish was missing when I got home.
It was a fucking excellent weekend, if you enjoy stomping in mud, getting drenched and eating burgers and chicken for three English pounds at a time. I’m just sorry I had to come home. Goddamn work tomorrow.
Best Bands: Muse, Stereophonics, RAGE!, and Slipknot
I only really went ‘cause everyone else was going and I really wanted to see Muse. We were reasonably lucky really because we managed to get tickets, where people were buying theirs a few days afterwards and being informed they were all sold out. I left it to the last minute before I packed, and almost forgot things in the process! Luckily I didn’t forget anything major and we left on the Thursday morning at 9:30am. After loading everything into Steve’s car, me, Jeannie, Steve, Lucy and Tim set off to meet Danni, Pete, Andy and Dave at the first services station. We headed off to Reading, following Pete and Danni closely because we didn’t know where the hell we were going. Everyone else had been twice at least before today, except for Dave, Jeannie and me, although I had been to a different festival before (V99). Upon arriving (it took us nearly 2 hours just to get in the damn car park) setting up camp was easy as we’d got there seemingly early and space was more-or-less unlimited. The only thing that pissed me off a bit was the ridiculous amounts of thistle we had upon which cleverly placed our tents. I, being the prize twat that I am, didn’t bring any tent pegs, but a loan from Steve had it covered. It was REALLY hot and dry, and we had all this work to do, but we did it.
That evening we busted down to a club night set up by the festival organisers outside the grounds. It wasn’t bad, but we weren’t really in the mood for dancing so we left early and tried out the fair. Only one ride was left open; one of those standing up type things that spin and make your baps wobble. After this, and after shouting, “STAR TURN!” a hell of a lot, we returned to the campsite to find everyone in bed. Boring cunts! So we just went to bed too. For God’s sake.
Friday we woke to blazing sunshine again, it was ridiculously hot today, and Jeannie and I spent the morning playing cards and drinking water, not alcohol. We only saw Limp Bizkit during the day, despite my protests to stay in the arena for longer. But it was just too damn hot and all the other bands were shite anyway. We sat around and got some food on the go at the tents, and I wanted to see Muse that night so Dave and I went to see them early and caught Shed Seven in the Radio 1 tent as well. The band were brilliant, great atmosphere, especially the shouts of “FUCK OFF, OASIS!” whenever Muse finished a song and said offending band could be heard again from the Main Stage. Absolute wickedness.
I couldn’t believe it; when we got back to the tents again everyone was in bed! Bloody hell! Saturday was wicked, we began by watching JJ72 on the Radio 1 stage. I dragged Jeannie and Steve with me, ‘cause everyone else went to see Gorky’s (which was harsh, ‘cause I wanted to see Gorky’s too). JJ72 were excellent though, and Steve asked me to do him a tape of their songs when we got back. This morning we had woken up with leaking tentage. (Dave and I were sharing). We had no warning of rain at all, and it chucked it down all day, and it was stupid. We all walked around wearing these condom-like waterproofs. But that’s the fun of festivals… the mud ruled! Mud rules!
Anyway, after JJ72 we went over and caught nearly all of Idlewild’s set, which was good, followed by Deftones and SFA, and then Gomez, who were all wicked. We went back to the tents after that and joined our neighbours round their fire that evening. SFA bought the sun back out this evening!
Some bunch of lairy Oasis fans plonked their tent right in the middle of our circle. Cunts. So as our neighbour put it, we had doorsteps rather than a garden. Next year I think tape is called for. We need a fence. Or we could build a huge fire on the first day, so that no-one would wanna camp in the black stuff. ^_^
Sunday was the best day. I got up to see the Crocketts who were completely amazing as usual. We also saw A, Daphne and Celeste (you should have heard the booing and seen the bottles flying!) Blink-182, Rage (!), Slipknot, Placebo and Stereophonics. All were great apart from Placebo and Blink-182, who sounded a bit shite. We went for cookies and coffee when they were playing. Only me and Steve watched the Stereophonics, because no-one else likes them. We had a great view! Afterwards back at the tent we were amazed to find that everyone was still up, but it was only because they were worried about one of the group who’d set his tent and himself on fire. He was okay though, just a little burn I think. We stayed up and joined in the shouty stuff. But then Steve showed me a convenient bush I could use as a weeing facility, (the toilets were best avoided as it was the last night and they were all being knocked over and such like) and when we got back all the buggers were in bed again! We weren’t about to sit there while we were in such a good mood, so we went down to the arena where there were riots, all going mental, and there was a huge fire and a massive crowd. There were loads of fire-engines coming so we went to investigate and came across a crowd who’d turned the big rubbish bins over and were playing them like bongos or Stomp or something. Heehee. Crazy dancing ensued. Went to bed in the early hours, and then Dave woke me up at 7am on Monday morning so we could be packed up and going by 9am. It worked, and we were home in no time. One of my goldfish was missing when I got home.
It was a fucking excellent weekend, if you enjoy stomping in mud, getting drenched and eating burgers and chicken for three English pounds at a time. I’m just sorry I had to come home. Goddamn work tomorrow.
Best Bands: Muse, Stereophonics, RAGE!, and Slipknot
