More Northern than a Yorkshire Puddin' mate!
Hi kids,
So, I went to Reading. It was the dirtiest display of Brits letting their hair down this side of Ibiza. No bins, no water pressure, and no idea that burning tents is bad for the atmosphere = trash, shit and black smoke. Mmm! Sure, you can make a bonfire of plastic bottles and your manky shoes!
Aside from the filth though, it was definitely an experience! After having the stress of being told (just as I am arriving in London town after an all-nighter bistrip from Edinburgh) that 'sorry love, i can't get you in after all', then deciding to risk it anyway, then carrying too much luggage all around London, getting a train to Reading, carrying said luggage from station to festival then blaggin (yes, new word!) my way in with the help of lovely Chris, I eventually got to relax (sort of) and enjoy what was on offer. I won't bore you with the details but instead will show you some pics. But not yet, because I left my camera at Renee's in London. Soon children. Soon.
So I got back to Edinburgh for the boozy staff party, stayed a night, then got a train with new friend Suzy, to her mum's home in a village (Newsham), out of a larger village (Barnard Castle), out of a town (Durham) which is somewhere out of Newcastle. It's a perfect English Cottage, in a perfect English Village, with homemade raspberry jam and plenty of gin. Nice! It's been a nice break between packing up in Edinburgh, and moving to London, which happens next Monday.
Thanks to the wonderful Marlaina for nudging me to contact the wonderful Jess who's running a hostel in London, so that now I have free accomodation there! Oh the joy!
So yeah, I think that may be as good as an update as I can be bothered with...is it enough kids? Is it?
Oh one last thing. Today me and Suzy went to a cathedral in Durham (Durham Cathedral in fact) which is where some bits of Harry POtter was filmed!!! Ans there were some tiny bats there...Pipistrelle bats I have been reminded. There were a few of them there just lying o the ground. Apparently the teenage ones go out at night and get disoriented (drunk) then can't find their way home, so they just pass out on the stones until they recover their sense of direction. Just like us hooman beans.
Yes.
Anyway.
Bye!
So, I went to Reading. It was the dirtiest display of Brits letting their hair down this side of Ibiza. No bins, no water pressure, and no idea that burning tents is bad for the atmosphere = trash, shit and black smoke. Mmm! Sure, you can make a bonfire of plastic bottles and your manky shoes!
Aside from the filth though, it was definitely an experience! After having the stress of being told (just as I am arriving in London town after an all-nighter bistrip from Edinburgh) that 'sorry love, i can't get you in after all', then deciding to risk it anyway, then carrying too much luggage all around London, getting a train to Reading, carrying said luggage from station to festival then blaggin (yes, new word!) my way in with the help of lovely Chris, I eventually got to relax (sort of) and enjoy what was on offer. I won't bore you with the details but instead will show you some pics. But not yet, because I left my camera at Renee's in London. Soon children. Soon.
So I got back to Edinburgh for the boozy staff party, stayed a night, then got a train with new friend Suzy, to her mum's home in a village (Newsham), out of a larger village (Barnard Castle), out of a town (Durham) which is somewhere out of Newcastle. It's a perfect English Cottage, in a perfect English Village, with homemade raspberry jam and plenty of gin. Nice! It's been a nice break between packing up in Edinburgh, and moving to London, which happens next Monday.
Thanks to the wonderful Marlaina for nudging me to contact the wonderful Jess who's running a hostel in London, so that now I have free accomodation there! Oh the joy!
So yeah, I think that may be as good as an update as I can be bothered with...is it enough kids? Is it?
Oh one last thing. Today me and Suzy went to a cathedral in Durham (Durham Cathedral in fact) which is where some bits of Harry POtter was filmed!!! Ans there were some tiny bats there...Pipistrelle bats I have been reminded. There were a few of them there just lying o the ground. Apparently the teenage ones go out at night and get disoriented (drunk) then can't find their way home, so they just pass out on the stones until they recover their sense of direction. Just like us hooman beans.
Yes.
Anyway.
Bye!
posted by Becci Love at 7:02 am
6 Comments:
hooray for friends and free and the global network of awesomeness.
hope it goes well!
did you enjoy the music displays at reading?
my friend went a few years ago to see the white stripes (before elephant made them all global, like) and someone burnt her tent and every single belonging she had with her while she was at the gig/stage area. when she got back there were 25 stoned hippies sitting around watching her wellington boots melt into the ground....
disco.
did you enjoy the music displays at reading?
my friend went a few years ago to see the white stripes (before elephant made them all global, like) and someone burnt her tent and every single belonging she had with her while she was at the gig/stage area. when she got back there were 25 stoned hippies sitting around watching her wellington boots melt into the ground....
disco.
Man, i want to see those grotty pics. Why does this sum up our relationship? Miss you! xox
ahh b your posts make me so jealous. i wish i could see drunk bats and burning tents. so jealous.
love reading your updates though. did i tell you i am jealous?
i havent seen piet roaming lost and alone around the suburb yet - but i guess there's still time.
kristy
Hahaha, makes interesting reading Becci - I am learning stuff, I didn't know there was a hippy festival called reading ! I'm at the library too, gotta go - have fun !
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