We get up in decent time and head to watch local lads Eureka Machines kick off the fest. Mega professional as always. When the rain kicks in head to see Yeasayer in the NME/Radio1 tent. Ace set.
It’s time to go to Reading so, after meeting the remaining members of the Concur that didn’t camp on Thursday night (that’s all of them but me!), we all pile into the Vessels’ van. Martin’s brought his fully inflated air bed and forgotten to take his mountain bike out (“what the ***!”). These two essential items take up much more room than any of our gear. Teff’s going to be great value for money this weekend.
Within an hour we’re stuck, permanently, on the M1. A detour through the delights of Chesterfield ensues and we fall two to three hours behind schedule. Are we going to make to Reading in time to see Rage Against the Machine. Probably not. At least I get some kip.
We’re welcomed to Reading by the crazy Scottish security guards who make the Leeds Festival security look like Masterminds (more about these guys later). The Reading site is right in the middle of the town in what seems to be a golf course or race track of some kind. All very odd. Toby’s loving it. He’s been here before and he seems very at home. The rest of us feel a bit like aliens.
After watching Minor Complaint Against The Machine (the sound quality really was that bad!) we head to the guest bar to hand out flyers and get mildly drunk. We then set up camp next to the lovely Johnny Foreigner crew and head to bed to get a good night’s sleep before tomorrow’s gig. Unfortunately the good kip doesn’t happen thanks to drunken idiots falling over my tent. Ah well, it’s all fun really.
It’s time to go to Reading so, after meeting the remaining members of the Concur that didn’t camp on Thursday night (that’s all of them but me!), we all pile into the Vessels’ van. Martin’s brought his fully inflated air bed and forgotten to take his mountain bike out (“what the ***!”). These two essential items take up much more room than any of our gear. Teff’s going to be great value for money this weekend.
Within an hour we’re stuck, permanently, on the M1. A detour through the delights of Chesterfield ensues and we fall two to three hours behind schedule. Are we going to make to Reading in time to see Rage Against the Machine. Probably not. At least I get some kip.
We’re welcomed to Reading by the crazy Scottish security guards who make the Leeds Festival security look like Masterminds (more about these guys later). The Reading site is right in the middle of the town in what seems to be a golf course or race track of some kind. All very odd. Toby’s loving it. He’s been here before and he seems very at home. The rest of us feel a bit like aliens.
After watching Minor Complaint Against The Machine (the sound quality really was that bad!) we head to the guest bar to hand out flyers and get mildly drunk. We then set up camp next to the lovely Johnny Foreigner crew and head to bed to get a good night’s sleep before tomorrow’s gig. Unfortunately the good kip doesn’t happen thanks to drunken idiots falling over my tent. Ah well, it’s all fun really.
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