My review on Reading Festival

I know that its a bit late coming, and this might be the shittest review/article you’ve ever read, but i thought i’d just state my opinion.

I personally enjoyed my reading experience, it was the first time i ever went to a festival and i cannot tell you how much i was looking forawrd to it, and with good reason. Not only was it the higlight of my summer, pretty much the highlight of my year, and anything ive done for the past 5 years.

After the stress of nearly not getting a ticket and buying a tent at the last minute, the day had finally arrived. I decided to be a bit of an idiot and stayed up till 3 packing my bag of the things i bought last minute, then woke up at 5 to start the long(ish) journey to reading. Equipped with radio 1 and a ton of sleeping bags in Tamsin’s mums tiny car we set off. Of course it decided to rain and by the time we were queing the mud was incredible. Getting stuck in the queue was only the beginning. We decieded to camp in long grass, which quickly became a marshland with the rising water level, especially seeing as my teepee had no inner layer.

Let me just say, after this muddy first festival experience it was well worthit. The amount of bands i saw over 3 days could be anough to last any other person a lifetime, however instead of putting me off it made me want more. The atmosphere of a load of people who gathered simply to listen to music and mosh made it an amazing experience, and not only that but i managed to witness one of the most awaited re unions in good music today.

The Libertines. People can speak for themself with thier own attitudes but for me, it was everything people were hoping for and more. The atmosphere was incredibly, the crowd was excited and heckling became louder and louder, but for reading it wasnt ruined, it made it better. When Pete and Carl were re united on stage they seemed better than ever and not one person around me was disapointed. The crowd was reckless but again, it was better than way, even though riots were started in the front and the libs had to go off stage then re enter in the middle of ‘Tell The King.’

For me, Don’t Look Back Into The Sun was the most memorable moment of the entire trip. I just remember being a bit drunk, singing along and it being an exrtremely happy moment. I also believed i ju ped on a random blokes shoulder (as you do with festivalling) for most of it.

Anyway, before i bore you even more than was my recap of reading, and my personal view