Leeds Festival 2010
You know when you see stuff on TV about them little African kids living in mud huts, having to walk miles for water, having no food and shitting in a bush and you think “I cannot relate to this, so therefore I do not care”? well I CAN NOW RELATE TO THIS! Enter Leeds festival 2010.
The toilets, as always, were VILE. It’s not even a toilet, it’s a piece of wood that’s covered in piss with a hole in it with a pool underneath which collects all the shit/piss/vomit/tampons/festivalabortions and god knows what else! Throw in some torrential rain making the levels rise and direct sunlight strengthening the smell and you have the worst thing I have ever encountered in my entire life. Then you have the starvation, I decided 1 box of shreddies and a loaf of bread would be an adequate amount of food for myself for 5 days. Turns out it wasn’t, the bread went soggy and the shreddies were lost in an impromptu food fight. Of course you could buy food there, I personally find £5 quite a reasonable price for a tray of 9 chips. The camping side of it wasn’t too bad, my tent was kinda cute. It’s just the lack of hot water and cleaning that gradually leaves you wanting to die. 5 days of sleeping in a field, jumping around at gigs and partying generally results in one smelly Josh. Obviously there’s baby wipes, but there’s just something so wrong about rubbing a moist towelette across your body. Then you have an absolute treck across the camp site to a tap for some questionably “clean” water. To be fair I think them Africans got it pretty easy. People should start sponsoring me £2 a month for successfully surviving Leeds festival.
For the people that don’t quite understand my sense of humor I am indeed joking. I had to endure a weekend of drunken fun with my best friends whilst watching amazing bands whilst they have a life time of poverty and aids to live with. Back on with Leeds festival, each day was ridiculously fun! drunken, dirty, ridiculous fun. Our campsite was massiveee, and consisted of around 15 tents, 25 amazing people, endless amounts of alcohol and numerous jokes and sexual references to Kingsleys nana.
Music wise, the only band I honestly cared for seeing was The Midnight Beast and as expected they were pretty insane, and worth sitting in a comedy tent for 2 hours whilst enduring a talking cat cartoon and a man in a dress flashing his penis just to ensure we were on the front row. Paramore were surprisingly dire, ever since she shown her tits it’s like she’s lost her mojo. Blink 182 were pretty slick with Travis on a revolving drum kit that flips upside down. Tom however creeps me out, something quite disturbing about watching a 34 year old man making a gesture that could only indicate the oral sex position of stimulating a women though her genitalia by using his fingers and tongue and then go on to talking about his dads penis …multiple times. Also watched 3OH!3, Enter Shikari, Pendulum, Kids In Glass Houses, Weezer, Hadouken, Limp Bizkit, You Me At Six, All Time Low, Guns N Roses, A Day To Remember and Biffy Clyro!
Virtual high 5 to all my friends for making it such a memorable and fun trip.
