Savvy [sav-ee]
Festivals are an odd beast.
I first attended mine in 2003 at V Festival (the premise: thousands of Hull-ites get hammered on watery cider in a corporate environment, ironically run by a company called Virgin = enjoyment ensues) which, minus the headlining set by Muse, was more of an entrepreneurial experience for me. What do you expect when Richard Branson is offering 10p per cardboard cup? My brother and I spent the days scavenging around like raptors through people’s tents, the portaloos and stages in search of the sacred cups. Overall, we managed to find 1000 resulting in….a grand total of….well you do the math.
(above) A typical youth at Reading Festival
(above) The Horrors prove that its not just about the tight-fit clothing, it’s the hair too.
This year my forays into the festival scene have included Glastonbury and Field Day. They were both very good…suspiciously good- I’m not sure if that amount of enjoyment is legal. And come August bank holiday weekend, many of us will be either making ill-conceived visits to Natwest or joining the hoards and marching into Reading city to listen to the aural delights of Radiohead, Arctic Monkeys and the likes, whilst simultaneously thrusting our results into the face of whoever got the least amount of A*s.
Reading festival is arguably the greatest thing to happen to the town since the introduction of the TK Maxx Superstore and this year promises to once again be a riotous event of music, herbal high tents (herbal cocaine lollipops, m’dear) and tent combustion. The only downside is the general twatishness of local residents on the campsite. Describing the female genitalia as ‘savvy’ once a minute is unnecessary at best.
Casting my mind back to Field Day last saturday and an explorgasm of images hits me like a rubber duck in a monsoon (I’ve been on a metaphor course- I think it shows). Mogwai brought the Scottish climate with them for their headlining set (but Irn Bru was, sadly, nowhere to be seen), the tent was so full for Little Boots that I sadly cannot report on the size of her clogs (but early reports seem to suggest that they were on audacious form), The Horrors were obviously only there to please the elderly middle class punters, putting on an admirable if slightly tame performance but the highlight by far was the blindfolded watermelon relay. A riotous event.
MC
