bitch of a journey due to poor direction on my part. Got in though and tent up and gazebo prior to the down pour from hell. Then its make friends and party, there was 5 of us that initially arrived and later joined by 2 more. From here, me and paul essex. essex started drinking as soon as he got out of the car and carried on pretty much all weekend. Too much wine on wednesday night ensured that its a blur.
Thursday. We are joined by the rest of the party and late in the day it is the meet. Initial thoughts are that most people are glad that the two over powering pearl jam fanboys are at reading, and there was some merciless piss taking going on. While essex did his best to be the party, me and the missus stood back and done some people watching, spoke to phatman, the name may suggest that he is girthsome, he aint. Captain drunko was pleasant comapany as was fletcher, kilgore and northern desire and lofty. We met loads of others but it had to be said there are a lot of cliques out there and its difficult to get into them. Aside from that efesters are a varied bunch, but a pleasant bunch. Lofty came back with essex and they drank lots of alcohol.
friday then. First on, metric,
they were bloody excellent, then over to the main stage and last 2 songs of the fantastic killswitch engage, taking back sunday were ok, as ever blighted by shit sound,
less than jake were pretty damn good, then it was back to the tent to change wellies into trainers. At this point I may have shouted at the queue for the on site hairdressers, if you are more concerned about your hair than music, you are at the wrong festival. Post BFMV we headed back and bumped into phatman briefly as he was returning from slayer, he liked them a lot he said. We head back to the mainstage and I really really enjoy my chemical romance,
placebo follow and do a set of mainly late career stuff and its excellent, fearing for our ears, we are away before pearl jam have played a note. To the tent and a few drinkies. day 1 over. During all this we went by one of the tents and saw the fat face of a kooks man, they were a bit bollocks.
Saturday. late start, nothing till panic at the disco, who had a huge crowd and an appreciative crowd, they are great. I start drinking at this point. I go off to see get cape wear cape fly and get a great spot at the front. He is just stunning, really fantastic.
As soon as he is done, off to the main stage for fall out boy. They are ok but outside of the singles a very weak band. No more bands for us until yeah yeah yeahs, they were good, but the kaisers followed them and they are just the best all weekend, a great set and they are true showmen. After that its to the caberet tent for fastlane, right up my street them and a great end to the second day, an excellent day spent with friends.
Sunday, last day.
c**ts at the campsite have already put cannisters in fires and got my back up so we are packed and ready to go, we will watch some bands but we aint stopping. We arent alone. Milburn first, the tent is packed and 75% know the words to all their songs, we dont, they sound like the arctic monkeys. Next be your own pet, we are on the barrier for it and, this isnt a joke, I fell asleep whilst leaning on the barrier. We decide to go and watch rob rouse and mitch benn, both very funny and helped me recharge my batteries. Dirty pretty things, hmm, not too good them, A bit of hawthorne heights and then the fall, the first time I have ever seen the fall in 19 odd years of gig going, mark e smith is a f**king legend. clap your hands say yeah, were shockingly bad live, really ropey sound, but still enjoyable.
After that and the heavens open, we go, thats leeds. My last major one, next year its small all the way and more of them.