Mould at V!

What a time I have had over the last week! So here are the details;

We went to the V festival last Friday. There was Me, Jnr, JLP and Respected Local Businessman (RLB). In an attempt to beat the crowds and get a decent camping spot, we set off at the crack of dawn and arrived at Chelmsford at 10.30 which was exactly the moment that JLP noticed that the campsite didn't open until 12! So we sat with our bags at the entrance and watched the big grey clouds roll over, wondering if we might have to camp in The Somme again like last year.

Due to increased security, the 6 security people on the entrance searched every bag of every person going through, so despite the fact that we were very close to the front of the queue it still took an age to make it into the campsite. We needn't have worried though because soon we had our tents up and were tucking into our beer whilst RLB cooked bacon and eggs (for himself).

All went well for the rest of the day whilst we got slowly drunk (some more that others) and waited for the fun to start on the Saturday. Some nice ladies camped next to us and they had been to T int he Park recently which they mentioned at every opportunity ("At T in the Park there was a whole village of things to do on the Friday!"). But they were amusing.

When we woke up on Saturday we discovered that we had been robbed. Our cool box with the remaining eggs and bacon and loads of beer in had dissapeared from outside our tent. We told the ladies next door who said "THAT didn't happen at T in the Park!". Then we noticed that some human-being had taken a dump at the fence next to our tents. How disgusting! No one did that either at T in the Park apparently.

Then came the music. All good fun. But not as good a line up as last year (or T in the Park, come to that). I enjoyed Orson and Girls Aloud and Radiohead were a bit too weird for me but it was funny watching JLP and RLB piss off the "real" fans by singing a song called "What the fucking hell is this?" every time they played a song we didn't know.

We went back to the tent to find that it had been robbed. Every bag had been looked in but they only took Jnr's phone. What a nasty thing to happen!

Sunday was better. Highlights were Morrissey, The Beautiful South and the Sugarbabes but I also liked Starsailor and Rufus Wainwright. (It occurs to me that my musical tastes is very commercial. I am not proud of this but I won't deny it either.)

So V was really good. Even the appalling traffic on the way home couldn't ruin it.