||[Jul. 12th, 2007|04:43 pm]
Pint Glass In Demands
|||||Porcupine Tree - "Halo"||]|
Geoff's update basically tells the full tale of the weekend, but fuckit, I'm bored as fuck.
Last Friday : Up at 6:10! Geoff arrives and taxi no problems to Buchanan Street where theres about 30 odd people waiting, which soon becomes around 300 in an hour or so. Had the best roll n snarler ever then it was 8ish and a bus left an hour early, we were on the first one to leave Glasgow it still took about 2 hours though, but not like 11 as other kunts would suffer.
So arrive in pishing rain through the muddiest entrance gate where they made the most half arsed searches of all time. Just sort of felt your absolutley packed with stuff bag and asked "any gless?" Naw.
Walked another 4538 miles or so to the decent bit of the camping and started to set up our cheap ass tents in the now *Pure Pishing* rain. Somehow i managed to snap the elastic in the front pole bits, which was a deeply stupid move. Spent about 30 minutes threading it back together, then with a bit of luck and some deeply technical maneouvers i was able to get it SORTED.
Hit the bevvy and food quite hard at this point, and took shelter from the rain which was torrential as fuck. Hit the arena at some point for Lily Allen, quite boss despite the rain which stopped at some point before Bloc Party, who were mad boss like.
Erm, after this things go a bit fuzzy. Got the best meal ever of pizza and wedges and ranted about how amazing it was for fucking ages, Geoff had a barney with some welly boot seller who I tried to make peace with by purchasing some dreadful sunglasses off him which were later stolen by Michael "Chuckles" McLeay.
Seemingly we both got back to the tent and tanned a half bottle each, all in shots. Fuck really knows what happened I remember spouting utter gibberish at various people on the phone, and then it was 7.30am, and i was a bit confused.
I had also very cleverly gone to my "bed" still wearing my utterly manky trousers which had dried in mud up to the knees. Why?
After some stirring speeches I was back in the game and kicked off at like, 11 or something.
Arena for 1230ish then about 15 mins of Charlotte Hatherly before the first band I was genuinely quite excited about seeing The Skids.
Boss as fuck, Jobson was gawn well mental onstage. Intoooooooo the valley~! Silly Chuckles didn't arrive in time for this so Up Ye.
10 minutes or so of Camera Obscura who were, erm, underwhelming to coin a phrase.
Met Jack and Katie after spending about 20 minutes on the phone to both trying to work out where they actually were, they were basically in front of me the whole time. Things begin to get very hazy at this point. Hudson, Weig, Gyro and Thermo appeared shortly after and we just sort of chilled by Tuts, not actually watching any band or that. Think Calvin Harris may have been playing at one point, but I'm likely wrong.
Anyway eventually went to see James who were fucking boss as ever, crowd was well up for the cup like, Mad Barry. Between the gap of this and Arcade Fire I encountered Laurence working one of the bars which resulted in free cider, which i'm sure was really needed by this point, Boss nonetheless.
Got MAD Excited when arcade fire came on, did sort of lose the plot a bit cause they really are the greatest thing ever like. They made a hilarious blunder by mentioning the previous day's orange walk "It was....kinda....cool?" which got booed by all the Jungle Jims in the audience, hahaha
Went and re-met everyone somehow basically at the exact same spot, And things now get very hazy. Done some DRUGZZZZ at this point which shall we say, had a bit of a effect. Somehow ended up watching the fucking Klaxons despite Hot Chip being on at the same time, what on urth?
Was so fucked I couldnt actually focus on the band the whole time, cant like, remember any of it . Think we met Phooney and his wife and hung around with them for a bit, Hudson may have re-appeared as well but it's a bit of a blur.
Somehow got back to the campsite where we by chance met Jack and Katie, who were wandering around aimlessly. Went and partied with them for a few hours, and memory cuts out once more until I was being fed tea and told to try and wake up and get back to me tent, erk. Somehow did then woke up around 9am.
Got up and bought lots of liquid, Geoff began his 3 hour whitey session. I was still fucking wasted at this point from the night before, so sat and laughed at a tube of toothpaste for a while. Went and tried to have a wee lie down again but it was fucking boiling and I thought i was having a heart attack so returned to my chair and toothpaste.
Finally fit the arena, first up Union Of Knives. Still so fucked i couldn't really pay attention but they seemed pretty Barry.
After this, Avril Lavigne~! She's tiny! quite good clean fun really.
We then bought some DISGUSTING nachos off the most stoned man alive for £4.50 a shot, they were FUCKING APPAULING, just crisps with minging red stuff and this horrid white stuff that I strongly think was jizz. Ate about 2 bites then launched it, feeling rather poorly now.
Went and watched the beginning of The Bravery, 2 songs in The "This is absolutley shite, why are we watching The Fucking Bravery" thought registered and we were off.
Payed £6 for some noodles, not as bad as the nachos but still pretty fucking awful. The 40 mile walk to the NME stage followed for The Gossip. Utterly hilarious band, she really is the most hideous looking thing I've ever seen in my puff. Still quite a larf when they played their famous CHOONS tho.
Couldnt get near The Slam tent was so busy for the Wu tang Chaps so went to see Mark Lanegan in Pet Sounds. Was about 100 people there but it was still fucking amazing. Only thing he said the entire set was "Thanks."
No chance for Ocean Colour Scene, tent was fucking RAMMED. re-met Hudson and co eventually, saw about 10 minutes of an average Kings Of Leon, got some chips then back to Pet Sounds for Tori Amos.
Who was boss as fuck, 45 minute set and she still went off for a costume change which was quite comical. Left during the last song to begin the great highland walk to the NME stage for the mighty Interpol.
We found Malcolm wandering around in a daze, utterly fucked, telling randoms to stand up and questioning anyone who left the crowd. Interpol were fucking excellent, as expected.
Anyway up the never ending road to King Tuts tent where we waited Decades for QOTSA to come on, who were fucking fantastic. Always are. IT was a BRAW finish to the weekend.
Found Jack and Katie by hospitality then we got very lost but eventually found the way back to our tents where we had a wee drink or 2 and a cheeky smoke, was mad relaxed compared to the prior evenings madnesses. Think I got them down to the lovely toilets and it was around 3 then i went for a fairly refreshing bit of kip. Up at 7.30 and grabbed anything i wanted from the tent and then just abandoned the fucker, couldnt be arsed booting it in, was a bit wet.
Got the bus back hassle-free, some hilarious banter from cunts on it. Taxi hame, easy. I am now the most sunburnt man alive BTW, probably my first ever suntan as well, fucking DISGRACE.
Done very little on monday except wash and sit in absolute agony really.
Tuesday was fairly back in the game, was my maw's birthday so we were out for a pure top brass meal, few pints with that then the Rock later, standard.
Yesterday I went oot a walk and met forgotten man Stewart Everson on byres road, he was RAGING! ended up taking injured Geoff's place for badminton, which i actually got well into and was getting quite physical given the ammount I smoke. me and dave lost to weig and evo, me and weig beat them in the other one, and i beat evo in a singles game, Glory.
After this we ended up in Club 500 for one overpriced one, the The 3 Judges, appropriatley joined by various cunts at various times. Ended up in fucking Cottiers as well, why?
Left and went to Eddies via here and Hampsons. Fairly standard Eddies evening. Me and Chuckles walked home in the pouring rain.
Today - nothing. I have no hangover, oddly. Quite fancy a drink tonight but doubt anyone will be game.