We’re late getting to Leeds Festival. Our van driver for the weekend, Mr Martin Teff of Vessels fame, is, completely out of character for him, faffing around. We’re gonna hit the A64 traffic and have to put our massive Concur tent up in the dark. Indeed, after an infuriating mission trying to get in and out of the artists’ car park (good old uninformed fest security) this is the case. It’s all stress, but at least we’re finally here. Thanks to superhuman Sandman Ed Rob Wright we get the tent up, “have you got planning permission for that?!?”, and head to watch the Dance To The Radio stage.
We witness the end of the Pigeon Detectives’ secret gig and hook up with the Brew Records crew and Teff’s sister Helen before getting the (incredibly expensive) food in and enjoying Grammatics. The site is really really really muddy. It’s going to be a wellies weekend!
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