I have returned from the festival in a field, aka
Glasgowbury. Except it wasn't in Glasgow. It was on the playing fields of a village called Draperstown about an hour from Belfast. It seemed that there was about twice as many people there in bands than there was staff. And about twice as many staff as there was people who'd actually paid to get in. All in all, there was about a hundred people there, and through talking to them, it seems that the majority come from Draperstown or very close by. Rory, Paddy, Ruthie (the people we went with) and I were discussing how more advertising could have helped them and so on. But the fact it was so small was half the attraction, especially to me as I don't like crowds.
When we arrived we were some of the first there. They handed us a map of the site. Somewhat optimistic we thought, as you could see the whole of the site from any point on it. We didn't get any details of who was playing though, and none were posted around, so it was a case of having to guess or try to pay attention to between-song ramblings.
The first band on were called Nice'n'Sleazy. People in the audience were taking guesses at their drummer's age. Some thought 13, some 14. Rory said he couldn't possibly be that young, as whose mother would let them out of the house at 13 wearing leather trousers? According to the website though, he's 12. The music was metal, and alright for metal I suppose, but I don't like metal. After they'd played we found a bright pink
BBC frisbee and played with it a while. We were crap.
After another couple of bands we decided to take advantage of the facilities on the site and try out the portaloos: 4 for men, 4 for female, and with signs letting you know which was which. They even had toilet paper! There was also a chip van (yes, one) which sold chips and other fried products. Their chips were quite nice.
We listened to a band from the tent, decided they sounded quite good and went across to go see them, only for them to finish their set about a minute after we got there. Ruthie and I wanted to know who they were so we went up to the front and beckoned to them. We finally got their drummer to come over, who looked about 18 and seemed chuffed at having someone want to talk to him. The band were
the Humbleweeds and Ruthie and I decided we were going to try and stalk the drummer for the rest of the day, for amusement.
We saw many bands in the end. I think I saw more yesterday than I've seen in the past two years.
Ann Scott had a wonderful voice and Ruthie bought a CD saying she wanted to wake up to the voice in the mornings.
Inuendo (sic) were ace, as were
the Evangelists, and
Alphastates were mind-blowingly fantastic.
After all that I was pretty tired and wanted to lay down so I went back to the tent. The others came along too, but they were planning on going back shortly. It ended up that we just sat around talking, then it started raining so we all piled into one tent and started a mass eight-armed hug pile. It was good. Of course hands wandered little, flesh was stroked, and it didn't matter whose flesh it was, all was fine. Ruthie was quite drunk and tired so she didn't object, or reciprocate, to my caresses, but she started moaning a bit as I fondled her nipples. They were big and hard and I wanted to lick them. She wouldn't kiss me though, insisting she'd taste of garlic due to some crisps she'd eaten earlier. She seemed to have forgotten I'd eaten some of them too. In the end I persuaded both her and Paddy into giving me a good night kiss, my first female kiss since I was 15.
I couldn't sleep much. It was cold and the ground was hard and my sleeping bag was only thin. When we were all finally awake I was very grateful to be able to go home. The lovely sleep I had earlier was definitely needed, though my limbs still ache. You'd think we'd been there a week, not just one day. My cheek piercing is swollen too. I'm not sure if I hit it somehow, or if something has got into the hole, but it's not a good sign.
Tomorrow I have a hairdressers appointment to get my hair bleached, so that I can dye it PURPLE instead of just purple. I have two more days before I go home, and then a week before I start college. I think the routine will be good for me. I'm looking forward to it, even though I will have to give up my sleep ins.
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