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Leeds Festival Day Three

Sunday brought with it two very difficult decisions. The first to brush teeth with lager or whisky?

Sunday brought with it two very difficult decisions. The first to brush teeth with lager or whisky?


The second - what to watch? The Plight? Or Dananananaykroyd? They were the burning questions.
I decided on the latter just because I had been listening a lot to the new Plight album. Wandering down to the arena I must admit I felt a little unwell, but a lovely cup of strong coffee and a pick me up shot of whisky soon remedied that.
Before I made it to the stage I bumped into Manchester Orchestra who were unloading and getting ready to go on, but they chatted for a few minutes nonetheless.





Though I felt a bit better I wasn’t quite up to watching The Ghost Of A Thousand at such a ridiculously early hour of the morning / afternoon. The last two times I saw the band it involved a split lip at Truck and a stage dive and participatory elbow to the head for joining in the wall of love. Speaking later to Mem he said that I was forgiven for avoiding further head trauma. Instead I wandered around and caught a bit of Sweethead then ate a Sunday dinner in a giant Yorkshire Pudding.




Hmmm Bisto! I do miss the North – occasionally. Next up watched Alexisonfire, Kasms and unfortunately caught New Found Glory do a bit of Sixpence None The Richer’s ‘Kiss Me.’
I may have been a bit cold and moody but the irony was truly lost.

Next watched Deftones, followed by Placebo, got several large pints and then made it to Marmaduke Duke. Unfortunately, three days of excess seemed to have taken its toll so I spent much of the performance sat on the floor of the tent listening to the crazy disco music, in a cold plate of chips and gravy that seeped into my jeans.



Marmaduke duke were fantastic, but I was in no fit state to continue the joyful reverie of the last night, so instead my babysitter took me to the tent and tucked me in. I lay there listening to the sounds of tent destruction floating around the campsite.
I worried as my tent resembled a large cow that I would be an easy target and silently freaked out about how long you had to get out of a burning tent once it was lit.


*pic caption: Pure sex.

I Then put my MP3 player into my ears and let Oceansize drown out the fear.
At some point over the next few hours I was awoken by Kate returning to her tent to find a girl asleep in it. I recognised her accusatory tone:
“Faye! Why did you let a random girl into our tent?”
I wasn’t aware that I had so pretended to be asleep. Within ten minutes the girl had left but not before hurling something abusive at Kate. I heard her fall into the tent next to mine – thankfully she probably mistook my tent for an actual cow the state she was in and bypassed it.

Nick was next to return elated that he had his photo taken with a member of Hollyoakes, I received a text from my friend at Reading who told me horror stories of her time there and I attempted to be a soothing voice of calm, but settled on sleep eventually.

By morning Sunday night blues had subsided and we attempted to pack up and move out. Managed to fall asleep en route to McDonalds, in the queue for train tickets, in the station waiting room, on the train back and finally on the bus to Hackney.

Phew! Leeds truly done and dusted.