I should be ok though…right? I mean I’ve been camping before, albeit not at a festival. And I am horrendously broke. And ok, things aren’t off to the best start with it being 12.30am and me needing to be at work in less than 8 hours, not to mention that I spent most of today feeling like death warmed up. But! It’ll be ok! Positive thinking. My lovely, wonderful flatmate, king of the flatmates that he is, has lent me his new tent so I will at least not be constructing a home from some plastic bags and castaway boxes. Small mercies. Since it is a new tent, I will spend most of the weekend paranoid about anyone even looking at it funny. But hey, it’s not Reading. I doubt I need to worry about anyone setting it on fire while I sleep (sorry but that festival sounds so feral.)
Anywhoodle, I’ve done the important things like charge my old ipod so I’ll have travel music at least. I’ve also purchased the necessary train and bus tickets. And I’ve consulted the timetable to make sure there are no major clashes – there aren’t. My three must-sees are Daughter, Frightened Rabbit and Sigur Ros. Woo, Sigur Ros! I think I have enough clothes as well, whether they’re warm enough is a different question. My bag is too small and it is mostly filled with food. Priorities, I have them. With that sorted, my main concern now is just locating my aforementioned camping buddies when I arrive – hopefully everyone’s phone batteries will survive the first day at least.
I’m taking off after work tomorrow and will return in a questionable state on Monday. Wish me luck! Or avenge my demise! Whichever is more appropriate.
Music: Hell – Tegan and Sara