READING FESTIVAL: DAY TWO

It has admittedly been a while since my last Reading update and you’re probably sitting on the edge of your seats wondering what capers I got up to on the second day. Well, now I’ll tell you… pretty much the same as the first day: I watched some bands, wore a hat, had a beer…

READING FESTIVAL: DAY TWO

It has admittedly been a while since my last Reading update and you’re probably sitting on the edge of your seats wondering what capers I got up to on the second day. Well, now I’ll tell you… pretty much the same as the first day: I watched some bands, wore a hat, had a beer…

The first band of the day for me was Mariachi El Bronx, a much better start to the day than Bring Me The Horizon were last year. Mariachi music is a good choice for 12pm, heavy metal isn’t. Here’s a photo:

Good times.

I had a bit of time to pass until The Rakes took to the main stage, so I headed into the VIP area for an orange juice. Now, this juice was in a cup smaller than half a pint yet cost me £1.80. IT WAS GOD DAMN SUNPRIDE, NOT EVEN TROPICANA… the joy of over-priced festival bars. I AM NOT MADE OF MONEY. [Rant over]

The Rakes always make me feel better. Alan Donohoe has some serious dance moves and the crowd were definitely up for copying him. I enjoyed this band very much. This photo was taken on my BlackBerry so the quality is horrific, but do note how Alan is mid-move.



By the time The Rakes had been on it was time for some food, so I headed to the Toby Carvery with some promoters – scum of the Earth, I tell you. The food was good. All you can eat for £6 and a pint of shandy. I don’t have a photo of my carvery so here is someone else’s.



After carvery it was Patrick Wolf – who did a litte sick on stage – time. There were many Lady Gaga-esque costume changes but I didn’t take a photo of any of them because I was so far away. When the tent cleared out I moved further down to get a good view of Them Crooked Vultures but some lanky gobshite decided to stand right in front of me.



On my way to Rival Schools I spotted Wanda, as in Wally’s girlfriend…



…and after Rival Schools (who were very good), I spotted Rosebud, the ex horse of Russell Brand. He’s not looking good right now, obviously going through a bad patch.



I sat on the grass with some of my friends from back home for Maxïmo Park. We shared some donuts.



Now, my biggest disappointment of the weekend, and it hurts me to say it, was The Prodigy. Not only could I not hear a thing or see a thing, but I also got injured! INJURED! I wasn’t even moshing, just (attempting) to sing-along to songs I couldn’t hear, when some other lanky gobshite (Reading was full of ‘em) decided to step on me. Prick. Here’s a photo of me with my boyfriend and a football hooligan I happen to know in happier times:



Next was the Arctic Monkeys who I don’t have any photos of because I was stood in an awkward place because I had a bad ankle.

I guess you could say that Saturday was my ‘party night’, I did get kicked out of a bar after all (Daniel Radcliffe, aka Harry Potter, sent his peeps over to me because he wanted my chair).



Most of my evening was spent sitting on a chair outside the Relentless bar desperately trying to keep warm by drinking cups of tea. I was there until about 1am when a well-known music manager almost whacked me round the face with another chair. I‘d had enough and left.