Latitude Festival 2012

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So, Latitude was a funny one.  Yeah it was as much fun as the other festivals I’ve done, more fun in some areas, but Christ…the rain!  It may look sunny and warm in the picture above, but don’t let it fool you.  I think the impending rain may have been a sign that Christian God didn’t approve of me wearing garments of another religion.  Oh well, lesson learned.

Anyway, as said before, it rained so heavily the wellies were literally getting sucked off my feet, and not in a satisfying way.  The brand new suitcase full of precious needs like alcohol, cigarettes and a battery operated radio got completely sodden.  As a result of this we played cards more times than was healthy, and I believe I threw a Jack of Clubs at a drunken passer by out of anger at seeing his sodden, mocking face too much in a 5 hour time span.

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However, when the new day dawned and the rain had cleared up, we got to go and see this!  The Main Stage in all it’s Middle Class glory, with no snooty whispers from ‘pretending-to-be-happy’ housewives sipping on Chardonnay while their husbands just looked awkward in their dungarees.  Yes, another previously unmentioned benefit for doing charity work at these festivals is that we get to roam around the arena in serenity, days before the first campers are let in.

All this was nice and all, but even after I’d said my 12(ish) Hail Mary’s and got a (not so) reasonably early night, that bloody rain came again.  Just after we’d clocked off from our first shift, eagerly anticipating a drunken roam of the arena, the heavens opened up and cleansed the previously dry ground.  Taking our shelter under a tree we contemplated if it was a bad thing.  Deciding we had enough free booze for it to not matter, we idly carried on our journey, drinking away our depression until the rain didn’t bother us anymore.

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I think this must have been an epiphany of sorts, and the higher-ups noticed.  The rain stopped for the most part then, and we spent the rest of the festival looking at spray painted animals and bargain bins for clothing that didn’t fit (which explains how I came across the turban).

All in all, it was a laugh.  Ben Howard was great, Paul Weller was even better, and we saw some comedy and poetry in the free hours we had left.   Oh, and that bloke who played the Dad in CBBC’s ‘My Parents Are Aliens’ was there too.  Wearing dungarees and looking awkward…

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Until next year, Latitude! Cheers!

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