I was back home for that festival thing couldnt get tickets/didnt make much effort.
Was it good, any band stand out?
As it turned out, you could have paid at the gate. Lucky you didn't bother, though, it was rubbish, on the whole, certainly from an organisational point of view. The whole thing was set up to make the maximum amount of money, with people having any drinks/food confiscated on the way in, then it was a case of walking up one end of the field to watch a band for half an hour, then traipsing back into the middle of the field in between acts to buy rip-off and very shoddy quality food and beer (£4.50 for a ratburger and £3 for a can of Pish Lager).
Maybe I'm getting old, but I didn't think that's what festivals were supposed to be about. Oh, and it rained all day, so the field had turned to 4 inches of slurry-like mud and you got trenchfoot whilst standing around drinking your over-priced beers -There was literally nowhere to sit down, though one savvy entrepreneur was doing a roaring trade selling inflatable couches (portable chairs were being confiscated, too. [Poor language removed]).
As for the bands, I thought a couple of the earlier acts were okay (the lesser known bands seemed to work that much harder - the Hoosiers were alright, The Wombats struck me as a collection of LIPA knobs (which they are) who wannabe The Arctic Monkeys, the Zutons were ... the Zutons, and Joss Stone is as mad as a glue-sniffing hatter ("Are you
digging it?" For fooks sake, Joss, you're from Devon, not Atlanta [Poor language removed] City!) I didn't hang around for Keane (no guitars? What's all that about?)
Madness, though, they showed the whippersnappers how it should be done - as soon as they came on stage the place cheered up, rain or not, and by the time they'd finished the place was bouncing. I'd managed to stay reasonably clean up until that point, above the bottom 12 inches, or so, at least, but, once everyone around started dancing like nutters to Night Boat to Cairo, I was pasted from head to foot in sloppy brown mud but with a big cheesy grin on my face (I fitted in whilst we were there, but I got a few funny looks when I got back into town).
Still, we had a laugh; despite the rain and the shitty organisation (it took some people until 4 in the morning to get their cars out of the carpark), at the end of the day, you make your own fun, eh?