the vodka jelly Reading Festival, Saturday, 2004

So anyway, the Saturday at Reading was rather good. And it didn’t rain at all, not even a small shower. La la la la la la la!

We didn’t get there till late, and the Radio 1 tent was rammed for Bloc Party, so the first band we really saw was Agent Blue. So young, bless them, I swear the drummer was only 14! A bit thrashy, but liked their song “sex, drugs and rocks through your window”. Hilariously none of them could make eye contact with the audience.
Then off to see Razorlight, who were a bit crap compared to last weeks genius performance at the Astoria. Johnny threw a rock strop when his mic and then guitar kept messing up. But he did manage to take his shirt off and at one point tripped over his own guitar!
Then, grabbing some vodka jelly on the way, it was Har Mar Superstar, who was totally ruined by the sound system, far too much bass and we could hardly hear the vocals. DUI sounded exactly like the Jackson Five, but he earns extra points for crouwd surfing in his underpants.

Managed to catch the last 3 songs from the Glitteratti - started jumping round immediately, nearly dropped my pizza! Duke Spirit were ok, but dissapointing. We left early to get more orangejuice for our vodka. By the time Franz Ferdinand came on we were half tore and danced all the way through, they just get better and better. Had a short break and stocked up with jelly vodkas for the Libertines. I *heart* the libertines. Danced all the way through their set. Replacement guitarist was annoyingly good and it was weird having Carl or John singing Pete’s parts. Very sad. Went and got more vodka jellies. And was suddenly absolutely wasted for Morrissey. Didn’t really have the patience to listen to him moan on.

After this we didn’t really see any more bands. Well maybe about half an hour of the White Stripes (too many guitar solos, leave it alone Jack!). It was all about making new festival friends. Buying matching thundercats t-shirts. Trying to find loos (having to use the boys loo!!) Randomly falling over, repeatedly. Going to watch Mark Lanegan, getting bored when he was late coming on stage, and going off to search for cigarettes. Missing the last train and going to the cabaret tent to see a naked man lift a bucket of ice with his cock.

MY EYES!!!

xx

NB: some friends who were supposed to join us at the festival SOLD their tickets and said they couldn't come along because:

"We’ve decided to give Reading a miss in favour of being able to visit a long-distance friend we’ve not been able to see for quite a while on Saturday, and also do something on Sunday."

the fools!