Heres some pics from V2001 (our first festival). It's supposed to be the learner festival, and so it was probably a good choice for us as some of us were very naive and turned up very under prepared. Aiden didn't bother taking a sleeping bag, only me and Heywood took food and I had to feed 4 of us out of my own pocket. Can't remember a thank you from any of them either. Heywood turned up equiped for a fortnight as usual.
We didn't book the train down and set off after dark to make our way into Manchester. Ended up on the last train down, then the last coach to the campsite. What followed was the shambles of setting up our tents in the pitch darkness, then realising the lovely open space we had found was a designated car road through the site for emergency vehicles. We took about 2 crates of lager each and awoke the first morning with terrific hangovers to find we were camping miles from the stages, never mind.
First morning, Danny had a few beers before we set off on the hike to the stages. He decided while we waited for Heywood that he would look cool drinking his Kronenberg, leaning against the fence. Fence collapsed with a bang, woke the whole campsite and Danny looked like a fool (he's used to it). Thats Aiden in the Yellow.
Me and Danny part way down the hike. I didn't pay for that hat, Heywood used his unique skills aquired in LH to catch anything that was chucked past him. Hundreds of hats, beach balls and cups of water passed amoung the crowd disappeared that weekend.
Still Hiking, it's rained a bit now because we're waering binbags. Thats Danny and Heywood, Heywood is wearing a waterproof binbag over a waterproof jacket. Go figure.
Ah, finally there. Now to climb the fence and back down the tree's on the other side. Leave one person in the tree though so we can chuck our beers up to them so we don't have to pay the silly prices inside. It's such a rip off, they know you want to have a beer while listening to your favourite bands but they ban you from taking them into the main arena. I bet they claim it's for safety but Glastonbury let you do it and they don't have a problem. No, it's just so that you have to drink at the bars at £4 for a shit wattery beer after queuing for 30 minutes. Also if you don't let people take beer in, then they will sneak drugs in instead. Anyway, the monkey is Aiden.
Here's "shiteaway". We saw him on the last day, picking up rubbish, checking if it was worth anything and chucking it back if it wasn't. He'd pick up half eaten food and keep it etc.
Danny thought he was hilarious and so posed nearby while we took another pic.
Here's Sharleen Spitari of Texas just before a pint of lager (bought from a vender, not snook in) skimmed her head, bloody yobs with their crap throwing.
This is all 5 of us. Aiden the eldest at the grand age of 20, right down to Danny at 17.
On the way home we had an argument about how many people can fit in a phonebooth. Answer is at least 5.
Cooking Heywood style. So many people were amazed that we had thought of bringing a disposable BBQ. We ate my meat pack which I had planned to last the entire weekend but only lasted the first morning because I had to feed everyone.
Nice hangover for me.
Inside a tent
Aiden 'playing dead'
with Thrush checking on him.
Heywood.
Heywood again, think he might be dancing.
Thrush and Danny laughing at something.
Tim Burgess of the Charlatans. Maybe the highlight of the festival.
Heywood in full camo gear. May it be noted that all though he is a troop now, this was 3 years before he joined the military and the all the stuff he was wearing was his own.
It rained alot so after 2 days I had no dry clothes to wear so we used binbags to make T-shirts. Not completely sure why I'm holding my balls, but you are advised to check for lumps so I was just being healthy.
Binbags are great, I love binbags.
