Pacing ourselves was the name of the game on the Saturday of Reading - I had made the schoolboy error of drinking too early on the Friday, leaving me tired for the evening (not that I was particularly bothered about missing Guns n' Roses' shameful excuse of a set.)
Sophie and I are in the 2% minority of people who go to Reading hell bent on watching as many bands as possible, as opposed to getting off our heads. Hence why we tend to be in the arena from 12pm to 12am, usually legging it between tents and the main stage. Saturday was no exception, and it was all about the NME/Radio One stage for the second day, starting with me arriving just in time to watch some of Rolo Tomassi. Jesus that girl can scream. It's scary how such a big roar can come out of such a small person, but that's why we love them!
Everything Everything are excellent at producing intelligent indie pop songs, and their harmonies are incredible - but one thing this weekend taught me is that if I don't have an emotional connection with the music, sometimes my mind switches off. Not the case for Band of Skulls though, who are just so cool. In that old school, White Stripes-y, rock n' roll kinda way.
* I got a bit over excited later in the day when sitting down in the main field, only for the girl from Band of Skulls to walk past and stand near us. I did a weird trying to stand up then thinking better of it manouvre, which jsut caused me to fall in a heap on the floor. I decided not to hassle her, even though I think she is awesome! *
Just for old times sake, because we are part of the emo/dance party generation, we headed to watch some Hadouken, which was typically cheesy and silly. Good fun though, but all that dancing made the ice cream van our next port of call. Even if they were £2.50 each - don't even get me started on festival food prices! The bloody cheek of it.
We got our timetable out to plan the rest of the day, when a boy looked over our shoulder and asked who was on the Lock Up tent at that moment. "Some band called The Rats," I said, COMPLETELY OBLIVIOUSLY. "Oh, I heard they were actually Gallows" my new friend pipes up. I gave him the look of death and asked whether he was joking, but wasn't going to hang about just in case.
Running towards the tent, I suddenly heard "This is the captain of your ship!!!" and saw that the tent was packed out. There ain't no band called the Rats, for pete's sake! What an ignoramous! Frank Carter was up on stage giving his best angry man act and I was floating around outside eating an ice cream - something was very wrong here. The ice cream was quickly dispatched to the grass and I pushed my way in, right into the pit where I promptly got destroyed by the guys running around. Fools rush in, and all that. My legs don't look very pretty at the moment:
Anyway, after I fell down, I looked up to see my saviour in the form of a guy in a wheelchair, who reached down to help me up. My hero. Next thing I know, the guy has only started wheeling himself into the pit, ignoring our panic, and was swallowed up by the crowd. Everyone was freaking out, worried that he was going to get hurt. But we had nothing to fear - wheelchair guy was made of tougher stuff! We couldn't believe our eyes when he was hoisted up in the air and started crowd surfing to the front!
After that, I felt my weekend was complete, and was grinning with hysterical happiness the rest of the day.
Still happy from Gallows, waiting for Enter Shikari to play Sorry You're Not a Winner. it had to be done.
Cancer Bats were seriously good, Crystal Castles was the biggest rave I have ever seen (love Alice and her kerazy stage antics!) Enter Shikari were a blast from the past and watching the Libertines was a truly special moment. I know Arcade Fire were the official headliners, and they were magical, but seeing Pete and Carl back on stage together was something I felt privileged to witness.
All together now: "Awwwwwww"
PS This is how truly rock n'roll I am - all that running and dancing had completely wiped me out, but thankfully I had a hotel to stay in this weekend. So after leaving the arena I went back to my room and collapsed on the bed, watching the Bodyguard! Gotta love a bit of Whitney after all that rock!