So. Pulp.

Were. Awesome.

I am not normally a fan of massive gigs, but fuck me, the atmosphere in that place was immense. They pretty much played a greatest hits set, which is what you expect at a festival, after all, and really, I have no complaints. Because being one of fifty thousand people standing in a field singing along to "Sorted for E's & Wizz" is kind of... euphoric and hilarious at the same time, and "Common People" still sounds relevant and pissed off and fucking epic, and oh my God did he really just dedicate "Babies" to his mum? D: I was jostled, bruised, knackered, footsore, and very, very, happy.

Several other very good bands were seen during the day, but really, everything else just paled in comparison. Yesterday, we didn't catch the Megabus home until six in the evening, so spent a nice day doing general Camden/Chinatown wandering, drinking bubble tea, and generally chilling out. And for once, wandering through Camden market didn't miraculously cause all the money to fall out of my wallet, which was a definite bonus. The only problem, really, was... coming home. I always get a sort of horrible normality comedown when I've been to London, and have to start plotting excuses to go back. British Library, here I come...

So. Pulp.

Were. Awesome.

I am not normally a fan of massive gigs, but fuck me, the atmosphere in that place was immense. They pretty much played a greatest hits set, which is what you expect at a festival, after all, and really, I have no complaints. Because being one of fifty thousand people standing in a field singing along to "Sorted for E's & Wizz" is kind of... euphoric and hilarious at the same time, and "Common People" still sounds relevant and pissed off and fucking epic, and oh my God did he really just dedicate "Babies" to his mum? D: I was jostled, bruised, knackered, footsore, and very, very, happy.

Several other very good bands were seen during the day, but really, everything else just paled in comparison. Yesterday, we didn't catch the Megabus home until six in the evening, so spent a nice day doing general Camden/Chinatown wandering, drinking bubble tea, and generally chilling out. And for once, wandering through Camden market didn't miraculously cause all the money to fall out of my wallet, which was a definite bonus. The only problem, really, was... coming home. I always get a sort of horrible normality comedown when I've been to London, and have to start plotting excuses to go back. British Library, here I come...