I think I have had what can only be described as the best weekend of my life.
My Leeds festival experience started on Wednesday morning, when I woke up thought 'Oh shit, I'm going to be in a tent for the next 5 days' and promptly refused to get out of bed until half an hour before I was due to leave for Danny's.
After I'd arrived and appropriately ripped Danny for wearing wellies 8 hours before we were due to set off, we nipped into Northwhich for emergancy supplies ie; sandwiches, chilli dorritos, fanta, chocolate, sanitary towels and 40 cigarettes for me and then headed to Will's from where we were due to set off.
At half 10 we jetted off in a little convoy of cars, stopping at every service station on the way up just to use the toilets even if we didn't need them. We got our first Leeds mascot in the form of a bouncy ball which I'm sure we lost before we even got to the festival, and we managed to cause havoc in the lorry carpark of the last service station by parking there by mistake and excessively using our airhorn.
After hitting a pothole on the way out of the station we were convinced we wouldn't make the last few miles of the trip with the wheel making a rather dubious sound and sounding like it was going to fall off, however we arrived there with maximum excitement and no casualties.
Pitching the tents at 3 in the morning was an experience, and sleep wasn't granted for us until about 5 am Thursday morning when Marie and I crawled into our sleeping bags for some much needed rest while the lads were still out exploring; however, sadly, sleep was not to be for us as people repeatedly tripped over the guide ropes for the tent and fell on the tent all night, making us wake up multiple times. Then when Rusty and Blaine eventually came back to go to sleep they were giggling like little girls at a sleepover so sleep once again evaded us.
Thursday was uneventful in the majority, and rather boring considering nothing went on. We braved the festival toilets for the first time and realised they weren't quite as bad as they were cracked up to be, and the weather was glorious so the bikinis were brought out and were worn the majority of the day. The boys went for a free Chlamydia test at one point and came back with 'My Tackle's Been Tested' boxers, which they wore with great pride.
Friday the music kicked off, with Enter Shikari my favourite band being the first of the day I wanted to see. We trekked to the arena and put up with a rather awful set by Eagles of Death Metal before Shikari came on. I have to say that despite the fact they're my favourite band, their set wasn't the best it could have been. The sound wasn't as good as in a smaller venue, and with various technical problems it didn't make for the best set of the day, however I still completely loved every second. I also think it would have been better if I could have got a better position in the audience, I was too far back and the only person really singing along and dancing whereas I wanted to be in the pit. You Me At Six and The Blackout also put on good shows, with both playing my favourite songs and giving me a chance to sing along and have a dance. The signings tent was also a good spot, meeting Oli Sykes and the rest of Bring Me The Horizon was amazing, as was meeting Enter Shikari again and having them recognise me. My hat they all signed must have increased in value by a good hundred pounds or so now! The highlight of Friday however was definately Bring Me The Horizon's set-they really got the crowd going, and the guitarist playing from the top of the Festival Republic tent is something I won't forget in a hurry.
Saturday was another good day, with Crystal Castles providing me with my high point, a fantastic set and a damn good rave! Unfortunately this was the day I began to feel ill on and it all went downhill from there in that respect, with me having to leave early Sunday morning and not catching any of the bands I really wanted to see on the Sunday.
However despite leaving early, I made so many memories I definately won't be forgetting in a hurry such as Rent-A-Sheep, Stoned? Name your Rizzla! Blamange, Pureeeeeeeeeeeeeeee 94!, There's 96!...no...wait...it's still 95, Slingshots down Orange Hill, Poo Girl, Sledging down Orange Hill and every other memory that's not coming to mind now but surely will at some point further down the line.
Another high point to my weekend was a certain text from a certain person 'I really can't be without you can I?' (L)
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