Yay! We have only gone and blagged ourselves 2 tickets to the LED festival this August bank holiday!
And we can’t think a better way of thanking you, our loyal blog followers than by giving you the chance to go to the biggest and most exciting dance festival the capital has ever seen! Join the likes of Calvin Harris, David Guetta, Soulwax and Goldfrapp (and that is just for starters) for a clubbing paradise in Victoria Park on the August Bank holiday weekend.
To be in with a chance of winning a weekend of dance delirium tell us the best ever festival story you have – and the post that gets us rolling around the office in fits of giggles wins a pair of tickets to the amazing event. . . Keep it short, snappy and fun!
My favourite festival story is when my partner and myself where at Sonisphere last year. It overlapped with our anniversary and we had a romantic early morning breakfast of waffles and strawberries in true festival style sitting on the muddy green grass and eating off paper plates. Was so memorable and awesome
So I’m at Download, it’s pretty late, all the music’s finished and I’m riding on a big whizzy, spinny type fairground ride. We’ve just done several rapid spins and are now stationary hanging upside down suspended only by the safety harness thingy – it’s all too much for my mate sat behind me and he has thrown up all over himself. I’m LOL-ing pretty hard and look over to my other friend to have a big giant LOL together. He’s fast asleep. hanging upside down. on a fairground ride. ROCK AND ROLL.
I went to V festival 2 years ago and on the second night I got with this guy. We were in a crowd and just noticed each other. Started snogging. Etc etc. Anyway, I ended up back at his tent. We’d both been drinking since the morning and were about to go to sleep when I started feeling really sick. I knew I was going to be sick and knew I wouldn’t make it out of the tent in time. I literally couldn’t stop myself so I turned to my left and vommed right into his shoe. At the same time, a little wee came out. I was mortiphied. Luckily he’d fallen asleep by now and was pretty much in a coma so I got myself together and left.
I managed to avoid him….until the next evening, when all of him and all his friends walked right past me and started shouting ”VOM GIRL VOM GIRL” in my direction. I just looked around like it was nothing to do with me. EM-BARROOOO.
I’ve managed to keep this story to myself until now so PLEASE make it worth my while!
First time my mates & i headed to oxygen in 2000, we had a mini stereo system with us & the pirate copy of GnR Appetite for Destruction
following copious amounts of vodka & a bizzare game which we named ’sticky yogurt fingers’ (less said about that the better) we decided to share the sounds of axel rose, slash and the other members of the band that no one actually knows the names of with our fellow campers.
Then from out of nowhere in the middle of the guitar solo of welcome to the jungle, a long-haired, tattooed beast of a man hurdled over my mates tent, only to land perfectly on his knees with an arched back playing air guitar, looking like he made that kind of jump every time he went down the biscuit aisle in tesco. come the end of the song he stayed for a quick drink. As we were all sitting around enjoying the blissfull mono sounds, the random rocker started spouting some crap about being in the semi-final of the world air guitar championships…blah blah
End result left us feeling in a bit of a spin! were we actually in the presence of a star or had said rocker just had one to many mushrooms lol. Unsure for days until we got home and googled it – no s*** we were in fits when we saw the guys photo on the championship website
and to this day and too many more festivals to count behind me, not one has ever come close to the hilarity of that night – but then again i don’t think anything ever tops your 1st festiavl experience – air guitar hero or not!
This story is set at V Festival in Chelmsford last year… it was Saturday morning, we’d got there in the middle of pouring rain on the Thursday afternoon, set up our 20 ft tall teepee and pitched all of our tents around in a circle.
At this point all was well, but gradually started taking turns for the worst. There were a good 15 of us, and things were getting pretty mental, a lot of drinking, late nights, raving and general out of hand festival behaviour. At about 5am on the first night I decided to go to bed, however, I was astounded so find that someone had stashed a massive fish in my sleeping bag, this was the last thing I needed – it absolutely stunk, I had no idea where it came from, and still don’t to this day. But I decided that I wouldn’t pass up this opportunity to pass on the favour, so me and a few mates took it over to the “quiet area” and threw it over the railings into a nearby open tent, we could hear screaming and shouting all the way back at our campsite.
I climbed into my fishy sleeping back and tried my hardest to get to sleep, but as you can imagine the stench was overwhelming, it started to get light and I accepted that I wasn’t getting any sleep and got myself up. By this point hangover was kicking in and I needed food. So I trudged for about 15 minutes and bought what can only be described as ludicrously over priced fried s**t in a bun, determined to eat it I shoved it down and proceeded to be sick, all over my wallet and phone. Disaster. Things were going from bad to worse, but we all know back luck comes in threes.
A friend said, “Why don’t you sort yourself out, have a wash, brush your teeth etc you’ll feel much better.”, I agreed. Now showers at campsites are only marginally better than toilets, which mostly are on a level with the infamous one in Trainspotting that Euan McGregor dives into.
We had loads of 2ltr bottles lying around that we had filled with water from the tap, so I stripped down to my boxers and grabbed the nearest one and emptied it all over myself. Oh it was so refreshing, so nice to be clean… STOP. No it wasn’t…. something was wrong, my eyes were burning, I could smell something… I had just actually emptied over a litre of straight vodka all over myself, it was in my eyes and ears, it was up my nose, it was in my mouth, I was drenched it in.
I quickly grabbed a towel and another bottle and proceeded to try and scrub the vodka out of my hair. Needless to say I stunk like an alcoholic for the rest of the day. Fortunately there were no more real mishaps after this, and at the time I was devastated, everyone else thought it was hilarious, and looking back on it now I laugh too, but at the time it was the worst few days of my life.
Still the festival was wicked, and L.E.D looks even better! Pick me Nandos!
My best festival by far was at Reading 2005. It was the summer before I left for uni and it was the last chance to have a weekend with all of my closest friends.
After a few too many beers myself and two of my closest friends took a moment of rest and lay in the middle of one of the fields watching the stars. We had a chat about how we’d miss each other and it began to become a pretty emotional moment.
One of my friends said to me ‘Hey you know some star constellations don’t you?’ So I started pointing out the ones I knew and naming them. Once i’d exhausted my limited knowledge I realised the other two were silent! I though wow, what a great time this has been.
I then turned to my so called ‘friends’ to see them rolling away giggling (by this point a significant distance away) and I realised I’d been stitched up and had for the last 5 minutes been laying in a field ON MY OWN surrounded by thousands of people watching me name star constellations TO MYSELF.
Not quite the emotional moment I’d thought it was!
Thanks for your festival stories guys, we’ve all had a right laught at them all! We’ve picked a winner – Mr Fishy Anthony! 3 doses of bad luck surely deserves free tickets to LED! We’ll be in touch Anthony to sort it out. Thanks to Cara, Adam, Kim Ian and Kevin for your stories, you made us chuckle!
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