killyourtelevision
29/06/06 02:34 PM
This weekend would have been the one in which I would toddle off with some pals for a weekend of fun and frivolity to that rain magnet that is the Glastonbury Festival. Except the beard-but-no-moustache-ed king of Worthy Farm Michael Eavis has decreed that there will unfortunately be no festival this year; the grass needs a bit of a breather.
So until the scramble for tickets resumes in 2007, I thought now would be an appropriate time to let people have a goosey at our video memento from 2004 (if I could make the screen wibble, dream-style now, I would. But I don’t want to use Flash):
A Brief Lowdown…
After somehow getting our hands on Willy Wonka’s Golden Glasto Tickets (now if you put those in Kit-Kats I’d be interested, Channel 4…) we – pals Matt, Stef and I – set off in good spirits. In a strange coincidence, England were playing Portugal in the quarter-final of a major football tournament, and around 100,000-odd of us watched helplessly on giant screens as we crashed out on penalties. What a way to put us all in a good mood for Glasto. Here’s hoping that’s not a sign of things to come. We met up with Stef’s mates from GMTV who had luckily saved us around 1m 2 for two tents. You’ve gotta squeeze in.
Friday. Beautiful weather + great bands = fantastic time. We had our trusty Super 8 camera pointing and squirting at every opportunity and catching people’s eye. Cameras get you to the front of the crowd!
Saturday, the rain kicked in. Obviously everyone knows it rains at Glastonbury. I mean, it’s like at Wimbledon; it’s the law. But it rained, and rained, and rained. Luckily I had my ‘waterproof’ jacket with me. Then the seepage began. On closer inspection my jacket was ‘showerproof’. And this was as torrential as it gets. D’Oh! Hello Mr Poncho sellers… Still, crappy weather + great bands = fantastic time!
Sunday was the day of the backstage blag. Oh yes. I highly recommend meeting up with a TV producer at Glasto, it really can do wonders for your festival experience. As the rain continued, we sought shelter backstage. Quickly assuming the band identity killyourtelevision, we easily dodged the burly security guards at the gates because we definitely looked like we were in a band. We are all certainly cool enough and in no way was my ‘showerproof’ jacket from Next. Inside there were sofas, hot showers, flushing toilets (with, unfortunately, mirrors. Glasto hardly keeps you looking pretty) and a canteen! There were plenty of cool bands, all whom I had obviously heard of. That fat drummer from Dodgy remember them??) sat in my seat. Sharin Foo, the lovely bassist from The Raveonettes certainly caught Matt-the-legend’s eye. He’d deffo have her number before the night was out.
Speaking of legends, Dot Cotton walked in and suddenly nobody was bothered about trying to look cool or pretend they’re definitely in a band and belong to be there; everyone wanted a soap star’s autograph! Craziness.
ANYway, I could ramble on all day but I’m at work so I can’t. Suffice to say a good time was had by all, and I even enjoyed watching Macca and singing along to Hey Jude at the top of my voice. It is a good voice remember, as I am in a band.
I’d better also link to PJ Harvey’s and The Rapture’s websites for music pilfering purposes just in case. And I wasn’t on the phone all day, that was all one call, just been edited that way. Only took the camera out for a bit as it was chucking down. Tut.
Well, hope you enjoy the vid, and roll on 2007!
Soz for any heinous download times, and If you can’t see the above video for some reason, go to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1V7_C4ecjE
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On Thursday June 29, 2006,
Steve Tucker said:
Sounds like you’re gonna have a blast. Say a big hello to Dot for me ;)
On Sunday July 2, 2006,
Jay (Melbourne) said:
Last night had all the promise of a great night. Tickets to Coldplay followed by watching England hopefully overcome their newest nemesis: Phil Scolari.
Coldplay were really good, however having had a cumulative total of only 5 hours sleep the previous two nights, coupled with the fact that I had been on my feet since 5 am, I was in no mood to be jumping up and down all night. Luckily, Coldplay being Coldplay meant that it wasn’t exactly an insane head-banging rock concert; everybody remained seated until Yellow came on. We all got to our feet, had a good time, and then all sat down again. Except the two rows of people in front of us. They stood for the whole concert, forcing us to either stand or sit and just listen. Everybody else in the stadium was seated except these bloody people in front of us. Couple this with the fat girl sitting next to me singing at the top of her voice (even for the quiet songs – we could hear her over the band) and the two geeky Coldplay T-shirt wearing standing girls in front of us, it made for an annoying night. Erase these people from the experience and it would have been dead good.
And then on to the unfortunate England-Portugal business. We (me and Corrine) retired home to watch the match. Hula hoops, lion bars and yorkies were purchased. A supply of john smiths was purchased. Surely we would get our own back on Scolari. Three times lucky, right?
Yeah, Rooney DID foul Carvalho. But a red card? Harsh. Yellow would have sufficed. Being a Spurs fan I also have to say Lennon is a machine.
When penalties started I just knew. Wrapped in the St George cross I sat there watching in horror, thinking of all the people in the pubs up and down England. Carragher had to re-take his peno… and it was Euro 96 all over again.
Still, we’ve still got the Ashes and we’re still the champs at the rugger. Could be worse…
On Monday July 3, 2006,
Stu said:
And Euro 2004. And France 98. Oh yeah, and Italia 90. We cannot win on penalties. I can’t be bothered to go into it, I’m too numb.
Sounds like Coldplay was jolly nice, well being Coldplay! Who supported them?