Isle Of Wight Festival 2007 - Day 1
I had been in two minds whether to go to this festival or not. I knew I’d have to camp on my own. I wasn’t sure if I fancied that. But then again how could I miss out on seeing my 2 favourite bands one after the other (Kasabian are my number 2 band!)
On the Friday, I headed off to Portsmouth to get the ferry to the Isle Of Wight. I had SO much stuff with me. I was so weighed down I could hardly walk! There was a problem with one of my train connections (I had to get 3 trains!) and I was panicking that I’d miss the ferry. But I got there just in time.
I then sat on a very crowded boat and sailed away into the sunset. Actually, it had been threatening to rain but by the time I got to the campsite it was hot and sunny!
I decided to head for the family area as I thought it might be safer than anywhere else since I was by myself. I finally found it but it was full up! I had a look around and eventually found a tiny spot where I just about squeezed my tent in. The problem is, I was tripping over everybody else’s guide wires to get in and out of my tent which was all well and good while I was sober but I told myself to be extra, extra careful if I decided to have beer!! I also took the time to tell the people around me I was by myself. That way I knew if they saw someone else going into my tent they would know something was wrong.
After I had put my tent up I headed off to look around. I had a couple of beers and some food and waited for the gates to open to the arena.
There wasn’t anyone playing on the Friday I really wanted to see. I really enjoyed Groove Armarda though! I wanted to watch Snow Patrol but by the time they came on, I wasn’t feeling too well. I had a bad stomach and was in agony (the timing couldn’t have been worse!) So I headed back to my tent. I just remember laying in my sleeping bag and hearing them play run, singing along to it by myself. It was both a really happy moment and a really sad moment at the same time.
I didn’t get much sleep, but then again I didn’t expect to. You don’t go to a festival to sleep do you! There was a guy in the next field who had a REALLY loud voice. I’d just nod off to sleep and then he would shout something random and wake me up again. All night this guy had been saying how he wasn’t going to sleep. Around 6am all was quiet and suddenly I heard the familiar voice saying ‘No! I will not sleep! I wont sleep! Do not surrender!’ Which made me laugh in my tent!
On the Friday, I headed off to Portsmouth to get the ferry to the Isle Of Wight. I had SO much stuff with me. I was so weighed down I could hardly walk! There was a problem with one of my train connections (I had to get 3 trains!) and I was panicking that I’d miss the ferry. But I got there just in time.
I then sat on a very crowded boat and sailed away into the sunset. Actually, it had been threatening to rain but by the time I got to the campsite it was hot and sunny!
I decided to head for the family area as I thought it might be safer than anywhere else since I was by myself. I finally found it but it was full up! I had a look around and eventually found a tiny spot where I just about squeezed my tent in. The problem is, I was tripping over everybody else’s guide wires to get in and out of my tent which was all well and good while I was sober but I told myself to be extra, extra careful if I decided to have beer!! I also took the time to tell the people around me I was by myself. That way I knew if they saw someone else going into my tent they would know something was wrong.
After I had put my tent up I headed off to look around. I had a couple of beers and some food and waited for the gates to open to the arena.
There wasn’t anyone playing on the Friday I really wanted to see. I really enjoyed Groove Armarda though! I wanted to watch Snow Patrol but by the time they came on, I wasn’t feeling too well. I had a bad stomach and was in agony (the timing couldn’t have been worse!) So I headed back to my tent. I just remember laying in my sleeping bag and hearing them play run, singing along to it by myself. It was both a really happy moment and a really sad moment at the same time.
I didn’t get much sleep, but then again I didn’t expect to. You don’t go to a festival to sleep do you! There was a guy in the next field who had a REALLY loud voice. I’d just nod off to sleep and then he would shout something random and wake me up again. All night this guy had been saying how he wasn’t going to sleep. Around 6am all was quiet and suddenly I heard the familiar voice saying ‘No! I will not sleep! I wont sleep! Do not surrender!’ Which made me laugh in my tent!
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