Faithful readers, I am alive! But only just, after what has been another enormous test of my iron liver: The Isle of Wight festival. Thankfully I passed with flying colours, though I dread to think how many gallons of cider I consumed over the course of the four days I spent there. Or how many cigarettes I smoked come to that (note to self: STOP SMOKING!) And don't even get me started on the severe lack of sleep....But in spite of all that I had the most fantastic time - had been a bit worried beforehand as I hadn't seen most members of our 20+ strong group for a very long time, plus I met them through The Ex when we were at school, so was also concerned about the Elephant in the Room factor. As it turned out I had nothing to worry about, we all got on famously and hardly stopped laughing for the duration. Three of us arrived on Thursday night and pitched our tents in near darkness, with the help of some other festival-goers who kindly donated their torches. The next morning my protestations were ignored and we re-pitched (our friends from the night before sang 'Please don't go' as we trudged off down the field - bless) in the next field with the rest of our party, which turned out to be an excellent plan as our little camp was wonderful.
Though it threatened to rain at times the weather held out admirably, and by Monday all of us were pretty much burnt to a crisp (I like to call it a healthy glow). Musical highlights would have to include Newton Faulkner (so overwhelmed was I at the end of his set that I burst into tears. Or was that the cider..), Sting and The Police, Kate Nash, the Zutons, the Kooks, the Kaiser Chiefs..too many to mention. There were also a few shockers, N.E.R.D and Iggy Pop being the frontrunners. On balance though, a superb festival - well organised, friendly and bloody good fun! Danced our socks off, drank the bar dry, indulged in ridiculous pursuits such as 'how many people can you get in a three man tent' (answer=11), bbq welly walking (definitely not something to try at home, kids) and forming a nine man pyramid - not to mention pretending to pass out by the medic tent just so we could get free water...Loved it, loved it, loved it. And the best part was meeting a lovely like minded girl who I'm sure is destined to be a life long friend (she's mad as a bag of spanners and loves her booze and fags - remind you of anyone?) And Steve the carpenter was a pretty good addition to proceedings too for that matter... ;-)
Today I'm off to the races at Ascot with a whole bunch of Uni friends - weather's not looking too bright I must admit, not ideal given my dress is little more than a thin swathe of silk, but I'm sure once the Pimms starts working its merry way through my system all will be well! Fairly sure all will be far from well come tomorrow morning, however, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it...
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