Victoria Turnbull

Victoria Turnbull

Victoria Turnbull

23 Years

Manchester

Interests:
eating noodles, swivvly chairs (with wheels), social networking, unsocially surfing the net
Music:
dirty dance, and funky indie
Films:
Finding Nemo, Anchorman and Wedding Singer
Guilty Pleasures:
Primarni, Lambrini, America's Next Top Model, David Hasslehoff, Hanson and camera phones

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Global Gathering shenanigans...pt 2

baked potatos, beans and cheese tastes sooo good when you've been waiting for food for 4 hours.

The VIP bit was cool dont get me wrong, but here's the dillio on the Saturday Shennanigans. The main arena bit dint open till 12 apparantly, so we were stuck in the VIP campin' area, with 2 food stalls and smelly bogs since we woke. And woke early we did...next door were some young 'uns exploring the world of Class A's for the first time until their mams picked them up at the gates.

But you weren't allowed in the VIP bit either. Apparantly someone forgot to order more beer for the bar. So queue, a er queue of 200 angry VIPers who's spent £60 for the privalage holed up in the bakin sun with no shade apart from the hot tent, or in the ever increasing warm, arid toilets. Eventutally an hour later we were let through, to grab a beer, another hour later we were let into the main bit.

Beans, cheese and potato has never tasted so good. Plus the sneaked in warm vodka went down a treat with the £1 pop.

Saturday was good, but when it got to 3am and realised I'd been dancing to what seemed like the same song for 3 hours, it was time for a wee and bed. Im starting to get concerned with my lack of stamina.

Wwe woke up the next mornig v early. The guys we had gone down with, we lost and presumed we'd meet them at the car. It was also the hottest day eva. eva.

We were the first ones in the shower, after sneaking round the back of the shower block and tryin to switch em on and getting rubbled. I stayed in so long my fingers were wrinkly. I grabbed some museli after venturing to the civilians camp site and trekked a mile for a wee. Well, i hear you cry, why didnt you just use the lush, plush uns? Well, because they decided to remove all the VIP toilets in the midle of the night, which left just 1 disabled toilet for 200 people.

Afters a very sweaty traffic jam outta there we got a pub lunch in Stratford and buggered back to Manc. It'son par with this years Glasto as one of the best fests I've been to, and a wekend of dance music is my idea of hell...

Now where did i put that glow stick?

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