.... these were the words of Mr Ellis at the Cornbury Music Festival as we entered the arena surrounded by middle aged, middle class 'festival go-ers'. These people had clearly all read articles about how going to "festivals" is now the done thing so are all giving it a go.... Cornbury style.
We had happily stood in the queue to get our wristbands listening to the couple in front discuss the failings of the ticketing/wristband process, and then watched the gentleman behind us alert a security official of the trip hazard that he had just spotted.
this was no Glastonbury! No sloping around in the mud , it was camp-chairs and marks M&S olives, Crosswords and Soduko between acts....
but hey - we had loads of fun anyway - even if we felt a little lowly without a deck-chair!
the weather blessed us, the music was excellent - especially the Feeling and Seth Lakeman and basically we forgot that we were grown ups for a few days.
Just what the doctor ordered .
Happy Birthday, Sis! Forty fucking years old! Can’t believe we’re
celebrating this milestone without you still knocking around, but celebrate
it we will. P...
5 years ago
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