Sunday, September 03, 2006
Festival Fever
Dear reader, I write to you still buzzing with post-festival excitement from a dirty, loud weekend of rockin', rollin', and indeed, ravin'. That's right, it was Leeds Festival. I had such an ace time, and I kinda went to get away from the typical guitar bands that are around at the moment and find something new and exciting, which is what festivals are all about innit! I checked out Be Your Own Pet, whose set was a hit of pure punk-rock exhilaration, Klaxons, who are spearheading the new generation of rave in the UK (note to self: stock up on Glo-Sticks), and Gogol Bordello- seriously, you haven't lived until you've stomped along to a bit of this Gypsy Punk- there were shrieking dancers, accordions...I was dancing on a railing. I'm also proud to say that I went to see Lady Sovereign, or "Sov", and loved it! Same goes with Dizzee Rascal. But the highlight of the weekend has gotta be... actually I can't choose- either scrambling up the canvas fastenings on the side of the NME tent just to catch a glimpse of Maximo Park, or getting passively high on everyone doing poppers around the tent and jumping like a maniac to Primal Scream's Rocks, or going up on stage with the Circus of Horrors to stretch this guy's really stretchy skin, or kicking, shoving and flirting my way to the front of the crowd to see the ACE Fratellis!! Wizard. I always play that game whenever I go to festivals of giving people best and worst-dressed awards- Best dressed: In joint 1st place we have a woman wearing a sparkly pink skirt, 50's shades and a fur coat, and a bloke dressed as a can of spam. Worst dressed: A man with long hair wearing a silver thong. And nothing else.
In other news, everyone got their GCSE results and did ace- I got 3 B's, 2 A's and 5 A*s which ain't bad- and mega congrats to Charlie who got one of the top 10 marks in the COUNTRY for her awesome textiles! Luckily everyone did fantastically so there was much celebration and dancing and champagne- always a good combination.
Sixth Form on Tuesday- n what better excuse to head off to Topshop in Oxford St for a bit of shopping! I had one of those shopping spree things with a personal stylist and everything (Bloody hell, how Harpenden do I sound? My roots are in Hammersmith, seriously...) and got two cute 50's style pencil skirt outfits. We were mingling with the slebs in true VIP style, if you count Nikki from BB as one.. It just won't be the same actually having to look for clothes myself like some common peasant anymore.
Oh my fucking God- Eve has dropped the bombshell on the comments that Duncan from Scotland is gay!! Was not expecting that one! This is the cute windsurfing instructor who I was completely obsessed with- I mean total full stalker mode. I even bought a toy moose and named it after him, seriously. I now have 
a homosexual moose in my bedroom. (Never thought I'd have to say that sentence again...)
Now its the part you know you love... the Jukebox! And this week it's my fest spesh, including some Arctics, Fratellis, and my new favourite song by the Guillemots. Why not take a break and just have a bit of a mini festival in front of your computer? All you need is some loudspeakers, Glo-sticks and a guy in a spam costume and you're all set.
This edition has taken me all fuckin week to do. I have no idea why. Next week expect some new tunes, ace websites, colourful pics and the scoop on what 6th form is really like! I'm off to watch Scrubs and have a mini festival in my room.
