Misfits Mid-Life Crisis Adventures in East and West London, Essex & Surrey (The NEXT Chapter).
Week 263 Saturday 29th June until Friday 5thJuly 2019.
Last weekend was the hottest (in temperature) Glastonbury festival ever. Watching TV coverage it appeared that the 135,000 people who each paid £248.00 had a damn good time. Early Monday I saw a group at Victoria station with rucksacks looking tired and grubby there skin red, burnt to a crisp (admittedly they might not have been at Glasto) from the unforgiving sun during the weekend. But they were smiling.
I would love to go to Glasto, what puts me off is the price and the sheer number of people that attend. My festival experiences have mainly been inner city one day events. The type where no one’s interested in the support acts, it’s the headliner that everybody there to see. As soon as the gates open people stake there claim to a little patch of grass. If there in a group they can take turns to visit the loo or buy overpriced food and drink. However if your a “billy no mates” you have to hope that there are honest people around who will look after your belongings when a wee is required. The beauty of these events is that you can go home afterward.
My experience of a weekend event is The Reading Festival, which i visited a couple of times in the early 90s. A few memorable bands I saw include Nirvana, Manic Street Preachers, Tindersticks, Elastica, and Cypress Hill. Festivals like Reading and Glasto are small cites that appear for a few days then vanish for another year. Look away from the multiple stages of live music, food and other stalls you will see fields of tents, which i think are unnecessary. Who gets any sleep at these events! Even when the sun goes down there is music coming from every direction. At festivals like this everyone makes friends for life, who of course are never seen again!
My saddest memory of Reading is that my father had died whilst I was there. The night he passed away coincidently wasn’t a good night for me. I even left the site and tried to get a train home, but there was nothing until the morning. Once back at the festival i wrapped myself in a blanket and walked around with all the other lost souls. This all took place as my dad took his last breath. I think about that night often.
I enjoy watching Glasto and other festivals on TV. In the days before catch up telly, there was no choice but to watch the entire transmission. Nowadays I can watch live or pick and choose the bands I want to see. These days I am definitely an armchair reveller it’s the best way of attending events like this. By staying at home I save lots of money, but more importantly I never need to go any near the famous festival loos. There grim at the best of times! What must they have been like last weekend in that heat.
And Now For Something Completely Different……
Next week I return with members of the family to Ibiza. I intend on spending as much of the week as possible in or around the pool. A lot of that time will be spent catching my nephew and niece as they jump in.
During last years trip there were a few days when I felt unwell. A recent joke with family has been that “you cannot be unwell this year”. Last weekend a little cough appeared, when I mentioned this to my sisters they both replied by message immediately “Noooo”! Don’t worry I have been swigging from a bottle of tasty cough mixture. There is a possibility that I have slightly overdosed, as I type this my head is feeling woozy.
Highlights** next week may include a review of DJ Grandma spinning the wheels of steel at a Pasha foam party. Anoodle and JBomb explaining how they raced around the island Top Gear style on dodgy rental vespa’s. SAZ and Tim’s talking about their mysterious disappearance for a couple of days, only to return with huge smiles claiming they were abducted by aliens. And will Aunty Hel succeed in her Guinness skinny dipping freediving record attempt in the pool.
Please return next week for the Ibiza 2019 blog. (** i blame the cough medicine for letting my imagination run wild, none of the above highlights will happen).
After dealing with an enquiry on the phone, I asked “if there was anything else I could do”. The woman on the other end of the line said that she had recently been involved in a messy break up and wanted to know if I could arrange for her ex hubby to be killed.
Don’t worry I didn’t say that we could do it. However, maybe I should mention this to management, it might be an excellent new way of making money.