East 17 were the early hit of the festival. All day I overheard people discussing seeing them.
I chuckled when some urbs (some of whom have already confessed
) suddenly left the bus and marched at double quick time to see them... as did, it seemed, about half the site. Rescheduled I presume due to H&S scare. Would have seen them myself but for work. Possibly the frstival's best comedy booking in recent years.
Other goodies... Friendly Fires being a good jig about and pulling in the youngsters the festy needs. And they pulled out the stops, loads of live musicians doing the stuff their 'leccy boxes would normally do. Skeleton Boy has been a bit of a pop anthem for me in the run up and they didn't disappoint.
Eatstatic absolutely hammering it in the Glade.
Meeting Gerry1Time... What a damn cheery face to have pop in to info.
Dancing with Derv, Wiskey, JTG et al at the Specials. The moment we all seemed to get into festival vibe rather than be dull 'workers'.
Me being a bit pissed when the aforesaid popped in on our boozeathon at Avalon bar in the run up. Oops. Still, I didn't pass out in a portaloo this time.
Briefly meeting newbie... I'm always in awe of veterans.
Being befriended by the lock ups crew who dominate our designated field. For a damn organised and trustworthy bunch, they're not short on the lets-get-monstered factor off duty. Last night at the campfire was cool.
Tort, who's festival wardrobe does now seem to justify his staying in the campervan 'enclave'. Fur (fake) coat was it mate? Not letting the side down there.
A bloke with a prosthetic leg - just a pole from knee to trainer - happily marching across the Other Stage area, wearing a T-Shirt saying "I do all my own stunts".
Sunflower hatted plod getting positively mobbed up in the Park. "Let's get our pictures with these coppers" type thing, every second yard.
Falling asleep on a downed Angus Watt flag in our humble backstage area. Dozing on silk, made by the festy flag man... lovely.
And last but not least, absence of moany 'not as good as it used to be' people. I always wish they'd piss off, and between 2008 and this year, it seems they have.
Can we do 2010 in - ohh, say - this August?