Now here’s something we can’t do anymore and occasionally it’s one of the things I really miss as I love the atmosphere at Festivals, they make my soul sing and my heart open with joy. In fact I was quite late in discovering music Festivals having spent the best part of my youth in Italy where stuck up a mountain these things were few and far between – not that we didn’t have other fantastic things to do of course.
So it wasn’t until I met Paul that I discovered them. We’d be going out for about 5 months when he first mentioned V Festival, in all honesty I didn’t have a clue what he was on about but I’m always open to new experiences and said i’d love to go along with him. That first year 2005 we chose to return home after the Saturday and travel by train back in the next day which was a shame as to catch all of the connections we had to miss the last 20 minutes of the main band but hey, we learnt form that mistake and the following years booked camping tickets which is The Best Fun Ever – trust me!
There’s nothing quite like turning up in a long queue of excited music lovers eager to get out and pitch their tents. There’s no seeking out the best spot at a festival; the most important things to bear in mind are 1. not too near the loos as they get disgusting, 2. try and get close to a fence to avoid drunks falling over you as they wander aimlessly in the middle of the night through the camp 3. Remember in which direction you parked your car, it will be very helpful on Monday morning.
We invested in a trolley to help us cart all of our belongings deemed necessary for this weekend party and by mid morning our tent was pitched and our bacon was cooking on our camp stove. we spent a weekend listening to favourite bands, new bands, bands that you’d think would NEVER make it and they did, and others who you thought were clear runners for top of the charts who you have never heard of since. I spotted stars walking in the mud, stag parties, hen parties, tea ladies, weirdos and all sorts, it’s a brilliant place to people watch.
When The Killers came on stage last band to play on the Sunday I knew I was in the right place. I watched the stage mesmerised, their music took hold of me completely and I swayed with the crowd shouting out the words with the best of them. I had previously gone alone to the bar to get myself that ‘last glass of wine’ having left Paul with his work mates who we’d managed to meet up with, ‘I’ll be back, don’t worry about me!’ I admonished, ‘you’re by the pylon, I can’t miss you!’
I did, I made my way back to the wrong pylon, one across from them but I was so taken with The Killers, I thought to myself ‘No worries, I’ll find them as soon as this is over.’ and started to enjoy the show. A hundred meters to my right Paul was looking around frantically, worried as to where I was, his friends were urging him to go and find me so he was also getting a tiny bit annoyed that I was ruining his Killer show too.
I’m sorry Paul. I really didn’t need that last glass either did I? I managed to lose my pashmina scarf on that single bar trip which I’m still gutted about but that’ll teach me to curb my drinking won’t it? Won’t it?
Thanks Karin once again for letting me indulge in my past and sharing one of my favourite memories. For many more Flashbacks head over to Cafe Bebe, it’s a lovely peek into other people’s lives