Wednesday 30 June 2010

Glastonbury Festival 2010: Day 1

Wednesday

Following the amazing time that I had at my first music festival (Benicassim 2009) I decided to stick a little closer to home this year and sample one of the world's most famous- Glastonbury. Eight months after rising bleary eyed one Sunday to ensure a much sought after ticket; I was fully packed and raring to go.

As I travelled with just one friend to the festival we decided it would be more cost effective to travel by National Express coach, which from Manchester was only £42 return. I would definately take advantage of their services again, as despite slight delays it meant we skipped past the cars queueing for entry to the site and didn't have to worry about how much we drank on Sunday night!

We were fortunate enough to arrive at a time when the initial rush had subsided (around 2.30pm on the Wednesday) so once we were off the coach it was only minutes before we were sporting our lovely lilac and gold bands and lugging our heavy bags to where we wanted to camp. We pitched up in the Dance Field which, contrary to the name, wasn't too noisy and had a brilliant view of the Other Stage. It also had quite a few spaces left, which was perfect for us as we were saving spots for some friends arriving later on in the day. Certain areas such as Dragon Field and Pennard Hill Ground fill up very quickly so arrive early if you choose to camp there.

By the time we had met our friends and settled in, it was getting towards sunset, so we decided to head towards The Stone Circle, which is well known for being a prime spot to watch the sun go down; or come up for those who plan on outlasting the night. We took the scenic route to get to the area so that we could absorb some of what Glastonbury has to offer; browsing the vintage stalls in front of the Holts Field, and walking through the Field Of Avalon, which was complete with heart shaped see-saws, giant foxes made of twigs and a half timber framed old English pub! We took a short cut through the Greencrafts Field, sipping on cider from the Brother's Bar, to the sight of people working on elaborate wood carvings, moulding clay and attacking hot metal, all of which can be tried by the public at various times throughout the festival.

After reaching our destination, we collapsed for a couple of hours, to enjoy what little sunlight was left before heading back to camp, exhausted after a long day of travelling. From this initial recce it became clear what an immense site the festival is based on. In the five or so hours we spent wandering, looking at the map on return we were stunned to discover it was less than 1/4 of the area open to the public!

Tuesday 29 June 2010

Inspired by February issue of Vogue

Fashion Victim


A flash of garter, a touch of lace:
Strutting the catwalk, tattoos on her face.
Ice cream colours and pastels for spring;
underwear as outerwear, a wild fling.
Digitally printed, colours run amok.
Paparazzi salivate as butterflies flock.

A military trench to cover bare skin,
embellished with jewels to distract what’s within,
and a coat that once camouflaged prey from its fate
now adorns the nude legs of ‘The Crucial Debate.’
Under-fed? Cocaine addict? The same every year:
magazines that viciously kill a career.

The model whose frame was so perfect for clothes
pushed into the limelight, a withering rose.
Ripped apart by the press for promoting no curves,
“We’ll make her life unhappy, it’s what she deserves.”
So the teardrops that smudge the pale rouge on her face,
sigh, ‘Don’t worry darling, you’re next season’s white space.’