Post by Catfood on Jun 13, 2007 22:41:56 GMT -5
Thank Satan for Download, while other festivals like the Carling Weekend rapidly disappear up the arse of NME and Radio 1 the Download festival, for the time being at least, remains to be a great weekend for rock and metal action. Although in my opinion, the lineup this year wasn't as good as last years band fest, there were still some great bands to be seen, once the organizers stopped trying to overcompensate for My Chemical Romance.
Wednesday/Thursday
The day starts with me and Mat going to pick up Rob, as Kev has ruined the original plan of setting off later than usual by going and picking up Vic and John and has headed off to the meeting point that was Tesco car park. Once we got there, exchanged greetings and picked up little bits and pieces, it doesn't really matter. We all head off on what should be a really simple journey to Donington park, but for some reason, I totally miss the turning for Grantham and we end up somewhere else. Anyway, a little detour later and we are back on track, only to get caught in the evening traffic which is a total pain in the arse. Eventually we get to Donington park and after giving money to charity people and bootleg t shirt people who descend upon us like zombies, we make our way into the campsite, stopping to get wristbands, find a spot in Orange camp and start setting up tents. Another trip to get booze is made and as night falls on Camp Sausage(named because of the lack of women) and more beer gets drunk, much shit is talked. Vic and John decide to go for a stroll while Kev, Rob, me and Mat decide that we can't be arsed and decide to get to know the neighbours, who were fairly cool, though their constant "if your emo and you know it slit your wrists" chants quickly get old. Mat starts stopping people and demanding money to pass through, mostly they ignore him, but I think he pissed someone off as on Saturday morning, his tent was collapsed with him inside.
Thursday is much of the same, the drinking is a bit slow to start and when we go to check out the village, it isn't open. So we go back to camp and pass the time by knocking a ball around until Vic's friends arrive. They seem like a decent lot, though I can remember one name, Luke and another bloke who we named The Doctor due to his passing resemblance to Sylvester McCoy(if you squinted and used your imagination). Anyway, they bring a woman named Louise who is quickly renamed Edward to keep it an all male camp. She has apparently lost her mates, loses her phone and for all intents and purposes is stuck with us for the entire weekend. They also bring drugs. Which is nice. Anyway, we decide to go for yet another walk around, with the village open, I somehow get split up from the others and spend a good amount of time walking around. Eventually I head back to camp and find that Rob is the only one up so we sit and chat for a while. Mat comes back wasted and crawls into his tent. Suddenly we hear one of the security people yelling at someone to move, it appears that some poor bloke has broken his ankle and the security people are more concerned about not being able to get past then the bloke on the floor. A complaint has been made about that. The medics do eventually turn up and tell the gathering crowd to fuck off, which most do and the poor bloke gets taken to hospital. With that, the drugs are wearing off, I feel like shit and its time for bed.
Friday
I wake up feeling like shit, as I expected to do, but I'm determined not to let that get me down. The weather that has been a bit overcast and cold has suddenly turned uncomfortably muggy. But it is the first day of bands and although this is the weakest day for bands, there is still enough to be watching. Me and Mat head out for the arena around about 12ish with the intention of getting food and cider and I finally manage to find the cinema screen, not that I watch it once over the weekend. We finally get into the arena, Mat stopping to talk bollocks with the people on the gate, but we get a decent spot for the first band of the weekend, Zico Chain and are joined by Rob and Kev. I was worried that Zico Chain would look lost on the main stage following their problems last year, but they looked confident, sounded great and their Nirvana influenced punk was widely appreciated by my little group. But the star of the show was the middle aged guy who played air guitar for the whole of the set, to this man, we salute you. We decide to head to the bar to get beer, but there is a huge queue for tokens, so we give up and go and watch Buckcherry. Now I had been looking forward to their set and it pains me write this. But they were dull, playing stuff from their newest album, even "Crazy Bitch" and "Lit Up" were dull. Very very disappointing stuff. With that me and Mat split with Rob and Kev and head to see Turbonegro, but we need a beer. Getting to the beer tent near the second stage, we notice yet another huge queue for beer, deciding we want beer more than we want to watch bands, we partake in the fine English tradition of queuing. We totally miss Turbonegro but Mat's sarcasm sees us through and when we get to the token booth, we bulk buy. With that, Mat wants to see Megadeth and I want to see I Was a Cub Scout, so we part ways. I Was A Cub Scout are a fucking brilliant 2 man electro emo band, the singer complains that they won't be able to drown out Megadeth but they are fucking deafening, the drum kit is bouncing across the stage, the mic swings around and smacks the singer in the face, excellent entertainment and I managed to get a drum stick. With a smile on my face, I decide to go and watch Dragonforce, who should really put on a top class show, but yet again fail to deliver. With that, I decide to head back to camp, bumping into Mat on the way, where we stop for a while deciding what to do. Rob turns up and tells us that we should go and see Paramore, so we do, passing through the increasingly paranoid security which insist on checking our hats. All the while Wolfmother are playing and it is just painful listening to that crap. Mind you, they are slightly less painful than listening to Paramore, while they may have an attractive singer, they have fuck all else going for them. Me and Mat stick around to see the majorly hyped Enter Shikari, whose set is is as patchy as their debut album, but I see promise in this band, you can hear it in tracks like "Mothership", as soon as they manage to figure out who they want to be, they might grow into something great. They may want to drop the Linkin Park style choruses for a start. And then its a slightly hurried rush to see Hayseed Dixie, passing by the main stage we hear Velvet Revolver mangling a cover of Talking Heads "Psycho Killer". It isn't pretty. We manage to catch the second half of Hayseed Dixie's set, the Tuborg stage was rammed, which surprised me for a start, I didn't expect many people to turn up for this band. To be fair, I wasn't impressed, the songs all sounded more or less the same and I was bored long before the end. I expected more, nevermind. With that, me, Mat and Rob head back to the campsite, stopping briefly to see if My Chemical Romance are being bottled, they aren't, people are cheering, its a depressing sight.
Anyway, we make our way back to the campsite where a plan to go and see the Area 51 show doesn't happen due to everyone feeling half dead due to the sun. So we sit, we drink, talk shit and annoy people who pass through Camp Sausage and at 2am, I go to bed. Its a depressing sight.
Saturday
I wake up first, Vic's friends are milling about and one by one leave The Doctor asleep in a chair. Mats tent has been collapsed by someone, no one knows how or why, so after a beer or 2 I try to put it back up but find it impossible while he is sleeping in there. After a while, Kev and Rob wake up, we decide to head off the arena to catch Turisas. Turisas are fucking brilliant, think Lordi jamming with The Levellers and you'll get some idea of the sound, not only do they rock but they manage to plaster a huge grim over everyones face. "Fuck thee geetar solo" says the violinist in broken English just before the heavy metal version of "Ra Ra Rasputin". Totally nuts, well worth watching and whoever thought they wouldn't be better off further up the bill needs shooting. After that, we decide to go and catch Army of Freshmen. To be honest, I wasn't expecting much, but their catchy pop punk won my heart over in the end, bastards, I so wanted to hate them. Then there wasn't anything on for a while that any of us wanted to see so we stuck with the third stage. Damone were dull, I wish nothing but bad things on My Alamo and Beyond All Reason just plain sucked. We hoped things might get better with 30 Seconds To Mars. Like Buckcherry, they played nothing but stuff off the new album and I kinda think their Sci-fi influenced rock would have been better suited in a tent or late at night. After going for more beer we decide that watching Bowling for Soup is a good idea as they never put on a poor show, another pop punk band might not of faired so well, but they manage to keep everyone happy with their dumbass songs and references to sheep. After that I decide to check out the Architects, who are not the band I thought there were and as a result turn out to be really dull hardcore. With that we head over to the second stage, to catch the return of My Vitriol. This is the first time we've seen Mat since the night before, he is covered in free stuff and manages to kick Robs pint over. Within seconds one of the cup collecting vultures has collected the damn thing and disappeared into the night. One of the first things that strikes you about My Vitriols set is how much of a pervert the cameraman is when the first picture on the screens is a closeup of bassist Carolyn Bannister's breasts, not that I'm complaining. This is a triumphant return for a band that have been away for far too long, the set closing on a euphoric "Always Your Way". A song I wake up with stuck in my head the next day. Anyway, we stick around to hear Biffy Clyro, I have never thought that much to their recorded stuff and live they are just the dullest thing I have ever heard. We leave thankfully towards the end of the set and head for the main stage where Marilyn Manson is supposed to be rocking our worlds. Yeah right, 3 quarters of the set is made up of his fucking dull new material, his stage show consists of a knife shaped microphone and a few costume changes, he ends strongly but he is about as dangerous as my cat. A greatest hits set would have better received. With that, me and Mat decide to head over to the Tuborg stage where rapper Necro is making people cheer, though what we heard of his music ain't great. After a trip to the bar, Mat and me head for Head Automatica's headlining set which is enjoyable if nothing else, its music to make you fell less guilty about the fact you can't be arsed to forced yourself into a packed tent to see Motley Crue but makes you feel good about the fact that you didn't bother to see Linkin Park. "Speed Of a Yellow Bullet" is a fantastic way to open the set and "Bleeding Heart Baby" has to be the set highlight. Not great, but enjoyable anyway.
With that we head back to the campsite to find that Rob is already there having just seen Motley Crue who apparently were brilliant. We sit around and wait for Kev to come back, before drinking for a little while and heading out for the village to see the Area51 show. In previous years, the Area51 show has been one of the highlights of the festival, this year it just seems dull. Maybe one of the reasons being is that it hasn't changed its acts that much, hopefully it'll be back on form for next year. And with that we head back to the camp grabbing food along the way and drink into the early hours, me and Mat being the only ones still awake at 7 in the morning. Going to suffer.
Sunday
After about 3 hours sleep, I decide to crawl out of my tent feeling quite rough from the night before. Its not long before Kev is also up and we both decide to head for the arena. The first band are Eyelash opening the second stage whose punky rock goes down a treat first thing in the morning and they genuinely are entertaining, the singer running across the stage and running out of microphone cord and being yanked back bring a smile to my face. After Eyelash have finished, Rob comes to find us and we all watch After Forever who are another female fronted band in the vein of Lacuna Coil and Nightwish who are fairly enjoyable, though I doubt I'll be checking them out any further. After a trip to the bar, I split with Kev and Rob and go back to the second stage for The Cancer Bats. I'd heard good things about them, but they were about entertaining as watching paint dry and I spent most of my time texting people while they thrashed aimlessly about on stage, I left before the end of their set and hoping to catch Hardcore Superstar. Bumping into Rob and Kev in the Tuborg stage, it turns out that Hardcore Superstar are late, there is no one else I want to see until Paradise Lost so I decide to get more beer and wait for them. It later turns out they've canceled without warning and the next band on are Flood of Red. Flood of Red are total and utter garbage but it seems that all the hardcore dancers have decided to throw a fit, which as fine as long as its no where near me. Unfortunately a few do come near me once too often and in the end one gets pelted with the dregs of my lager. After Flood of Red, I have a word with one of the stage people who confirms that Hardcore Superstar have indeed canceled, so with that I make my way over to the second stage to see Paradise Lost who are once again brilliant, though they do mess around quite a lot for a band with such a small amount of time. Closing with "Say Just Words", I make it my mission in life to find and kill the person who decided that such a great band should only get 30 minutes. It doesn't seem fair, but I make a rushed walk back over to the Tuborg stage to catch the end of Kids In Glass Houses, whose catchy pop punk seems to be going down well with just about everyone. I decide to stick around to watch Fair To Midland out of curiosity more than anything else. They turn out to be the find of the weekend, the singer, once you can hear him has one of the most amazingly powerful voices I have ever heard. Its a shame that more people didn't see them, but hey its their loss. And with that, my lack of sleep has caught up with me so I head back to the camp for a couple of hours kip before heading back into the arena for Reel Big Fish. If you've seen RBF before, then you know what to expect, but this band just don't know how to put on a bad show, playing what is essentially a greatest hits set, they throw in a couple of new songs which are greated like old friends, there is the "Enter Sandman" cover and the many different versions of S.R but its all done with such enthusiasm, its hard to find fault. My personal highlight being the entire tent singing along to "Take On Me", I didn't even notice that they didn't play "Turn The Radio Off" until I was back at the camp. And back to the camp we go, passing by Iron Maiden playing "Fear Of The Dark" but after RBF it seems a bit dull. And so, with it being the last night, a concerted effort is made to finish off all the beer we've brought with us, the festival does not erupt into riots like last year, though I think that would have been hard considering the amount of Police and Security hanging around, there is a few fires but nothing too serious. And so the night is spent talking shit like we have been doing all weekend, I have to drive in the morning and set myself a bedtime of 2o'clock. Which becomes 3o'clock as Luke has fallen asleep on his inflatable sofa and his snoring annoys me so much I decide to turn him into modern art using all the empty cans. Which becomes 4o'clock because it seems like a good idea at the time, before I finally call it a night.
Monday morning comes way too early, we pack our stuff into the cars, say goodbye to Edward(Louise), The Doctor and the rest of Vic's friends and head home. Quite possibly the best Download yet, Leeds has a lot to live up.
Wednesday/Thursday
The day starts with me and Mat going to pick up Rob, as Kev has ruined the original plan of setting off later than usual by going and picking up Vic and John and has headed off to the meeting point that was Tesco car park. Once we got there, exchanged greetings and picked up little bits and pieces, it doesn't really matter. We all head off on what should be a really simple journey to Donington park, but for some reason, I totally miss the turning for Grantham and we end up somewhere else. Anyway, a little detour later and we are back on track, only to get caught in the evening traffic which is a total pain in the arse. Eventually we get to Donington park and after giving money to charity people and bootleg t shirt people who descend upon us like zombies, we make our way into the campsite, stopping to get wristbands, find a spot in Orange camp and start setting up tents. Another trip to get booze is made and as night falls on Camp Sausage(named because of the lack of women) and more beer gets drunk, much shit is talked. Vic and John decide to go for a stroll while Kev, Rob, me and Mat decide that we can't be arsed and decide to get to know the neighbours, who were fairly cool, though their constant "if your emo and you know it slit your wrists" chants quickly get old. Mat starts stopping people and demanding money to pass through, mostly they ignore him, but I think he pissed someone off as on Saturday morning, his tent was collapsed with him inside.
Thursday is much of the same, the drinking is a bit slow to start and when we go to check out the village, it isn't open. So we go back to camp and pass the time by knocking a ball around until Vic's friends arrive. They seem like a decent lot, though I can remember one name, Luke and another bloke who we named The Doctor due to his passing resemblance to Sylvester McCoy(if you squinted and used your imagination). Anyway, they bring a woman named Louise who is quickly renamed Edward to keep it an all male camp. She has apparently lost her mates, loses her phone and for all intents and purposes is stuck with us for the entire weekend. They also bring drugs. Which is nice. Anyway, we decide to go for yet another walk around, with the village open, I somehow get split up from the others and spend a good amount of time walking around. Eventually I head back to camp and find that Rob is the only one up so we sit and chat for a while. Mat comes back wasted and crawls into his tent. Suddenly we hear one of the security people yelling at someone to move, it appears that some poor bloke has broken his ankle and the security people are more concerned about not being able to get past then the bloke on the floor. A complaint has been made about that. The medics do eventually turn up and tell the gathering crowd to fuck off, which most do and the poor bloke gets taken to hospital. With that, the drugs are wearing off, I feel like shit and its time for bed.
Friday
I wake up feeling like shit, as I expected to do, but I'm determined not to let that get me down. The weather that has been a bit overcast and cold has suddenly turned uncomfortably muggy. But it is the first day of bands and although this is the weakest day for bands, there is still enough to be watching. Me and Mat head out for the arena around about 12ish with the intention of getting food and cider and I finally manage to find the cinema screen, not that I watch it once over the weekend. We finally get into the arena, Mat stopping to talk bollocks with the people on the gate, but we get a decent spot for the first band of the weekend, Zico Chain and are joined by Rob and Kev. I was worried that Zico Chain would look lost on the main stage following their problems last year, but they looked confident, sounded great and their Nirvana influenced punk was widely appreciated by my little group. But the star of the show was the middle aged guy who played air guitar for the whole of the set, to this man, we salute you. We decide to head to the bar to get beer, but there is a huge queue for tokens, so we give up and go and watch Buckcherry. Now I had been looking forward to their set and it pains me write this. But they were dull, playing stuff from their newest album, even "Crazy Bitch" and "Lit Up" were dull. Very very disappointing stuff. With that me and Mat split with Rob and Kev and head to see Turbonegro, but we need a beer. Getting to the beer tent near the second stage, we notice yet another huge queue for beer, deciding we want beer more than we want to watch bands, we partake in the fine English tradition of queuing. We totally miss Turbonegro but Mat's sarcasm sees us through and when we get to the token booth, we bulk buy. With that, Mat wants to see Megadeth and I want to see I Was a Cub Scout, so we part ways. I Was A Cub Scout are a fucking brilliant 2 man electro emo band, the singer complains that they won't be able to drown out Megadeth but they are fucking deafening, the drum kit is bouncing across the stage, the mic swings around and smacks the singer in the face, excellent entertainment and I managed to get a drum stick. With a smile on my face, I decide to go and watch Dragonforce, who should really put on a top class show, but yet again fail to deliver. With that, I decide to head back to camp, bumping into Mat on the way, where we stop for a while deciding what to do. Rob turns up and tells us that we should go and see Paramore, so we do, passing through the increasingly paranoid security which insist on checking our hats. All the while Wolfmother are playing and it is just painful listening to that crap. Mind you, they are slightly less painful than listening to Paramore, while they may have an attractive singer, they have fuck all else going for them. Me and Mat stick around to see the majorly hyped Enter Shikari, whose set is is as patchy as their debut album, but I see promise in this band, you can hear it in tracks like "Mothership", as soon as they manage to figure out who they want to be, they might grow into something great. They may want to drop the Linkin Park style choruses for a start. And then its a slightly hurried rush to see Hayseed Dixie, passing by the main stage we hear Velvet Revolver mangling a cover of Talking Heads "Psycho Killer". It isn't pretty. We manage to catch the second half of Hayseed Dixie's set, the Tuborg stage was rammed, which surprised me for a start, I didn't expect many people to turn up for this band. To be fair, I wasn't impressed, the songs all sounded more or less the same and I was bored long before the end. I expected more, nevermind. With that, me, Mat and Rob head back to the campsite, stopping briefly to see if My Chemical Romance are being bottled, they aren't, people are cheering, its a depressing sight.
Anyway, we make our way back to the campsite where a plan to go and see the Area 51 show doesn't happen due to everyone feeling half dead due to the sun. So we sit, we drink, talk shit and annoy people who pass through Camp Sausage and at 2am, I go to bed. Its a depressing sight.
Saturday
I wake up first, Vic's friends are milling about and one by one leave The Doctor asleep in a chair. Mats tent has been collapsed by someone, no one knows how or why, so after a beer or 2 I try to put it back up but find it impossible while he is sleeping in there. After a while, Kev and Rob wake up, we decide to head off the arena to catch Turisas. Turisas are fucking brilliant, think Lordi jamming with The Levellers and you'll get some idea of the sound, not only do they rock but they manage to plaster a huge grim over everyones face. "Fuck thee geetar solo" says the violinist in broken English just before the heavy metal version of "Ra Ra Rasputin". Totally nuts, well worth watching and whoever thought they wouldn't be better off further up the bill needs shooting. After that, we decide to go and catch Army of Freshmen. To be honest, I wasn't expecting much, but their catchy pop punk won my heart over in the end, bastards, I so wanted to hate them. Then there wasn't anything on for a while that any of us wanted to see so we stuck with the third stage. Damone were dull, I wish nothing but bad things on My Alamo and Beyond All Reason just plain sucked. We hoped things might get better with 30 Seconds To Mars. Like Buckcherry, they played nothing but stuff off the new album and I kinda think their Sci-fi influenced rock would have been better suited in a tent or late at night. After going for more beer we decide that watching Bowling for Soup is a good idea as they never put on a poor show, another pop punk band might not of faired so well, but they manage to keep everyone happy with their dumbass songs and references to sheep. After that I decide to check out the Architects, who are not the band I thought there were and as a result turn out to be really dull hardcore. With that we head over to the second stage, to catch the return of My Vitriol. This is the first time we've seen Mat since the night before, he is covered in free stuff and manages to kick Robs pint over. Within seconds one of the cup collecting vultures has collected the damn thing and disappeared into the night. One of the first things that strikes you about My Vitriols set is how much of a pervert the cameraman is when the first picture on the screens is a closeup of bassist Carolyn Bannister's breasts, not that I'm complaining. This is a triumphant return for a band that have been away for far too long, the set closing on a euphoric "Always Your Way". A song I wake up with stuck in my head the next day. Anyway, we stick around to hear Biffy Clyro, I have never thought that much to their recorded stuff and live they are just the dullest thing I have ever heard. We leave thankfully towards the end of the set and head for the main stage where Marilyn Manson is supposed to be rocking our worlds. Yeah right, 3 quarters of the set is made up of his fucking dull new material, his stage show consists of a knife shaped microphone and a few costume changes, he ends strongly but he is about as dangerous as my cat. A greatest hits set would have better received. With that, me and Mat decide to head over to the Tuborg stage where rapper Necro is making people cheer, though what we heard of his music ain't great. After a trip to the bar, Mat and me head for Head Automatica's headlining set which is enjoyable if nothing else, its music to make you fell less guilty about the fact you can't be arsed to forced yourself into a packed tent to see Motley Crue but makes you feel good about the fact that you didn't bother to see Linkin Park. "Speed Of a Yellow Bullet" is a fantastic way to open the set and "Bleeding Heart Baby" has to be the set highlight. Not great, but enjoyable anyway.
With that we head back to the campsite to find that Rob is already there having just seen Motley Crue who apparently were brilliant. We sit around and wait for Kev to come back, before drinking for a little while and heading out for the village to see the Area51 show. In previous years, the Area51 show has been one of the highlights of the festival, this year it just seems dull. Maybe one of the reasons being is that it hasn't changed its acts that much, hopefully it'll be back on form for next year. And with that we head back to the camp grabbing food along the way and drink into the early hours, me and Mat being the only ones still awake at 7 in the morning. Going to suffer.
Sunday
After about 3 hours sleep, I decide to crawl out of my tent feeling quite rough from the night before. Its not long before Kev is also up and we both decide to head for the arena. The first band are Eyelash opening the second stage whose punky rock goes down a treat first thing in the morning and they genuinely are entertaining, the singer running across the stage and running out of microphone cord and being yanked back bring a smile to my face. After Eyelash have finished, Rob comes to find us and we all watch After Forever who are another female fronted band in the vein of Lacuna Coil and Nightwish who are fairly enjoyable, though I doubt I'll be checking them out any further. After a trip to the bar, I split with Kev and Rob and go back to the second stage for The Cancer Bats. I'd heard good things about them, but they were about entertaining as watching paint dry and I spent most of my time texting people while they thrashed aimlessly about on stage, I left before the end of their set and hoping to catch Hardcore Superstar. Bumping into Rob and Kev in the Tuborg stage, it turns out that Hardcore Superstar are late, there is no one else I want to see until Paradise Lost so I decide to get more beer and wait for them. It later turns out they've canceled without warning and the next band on are Flood of Red. Flood of Red are total and utter garbage but it seems that all the hardcore dancers have decided to throw a fit, which as fine as long as its no where near me. Unfortunately a few do come near me once too often and in the end one gets pelted with the dregs of my lager. After Flood of Red, I have a word with one of the stage people who confirms that Hardcore Superstar have indeed canceled, so with that I make my way over to the second stage to see Paradise Lost who are once again brilliant, though they do mess around quite a lot for a band with such a small amount of time. Closing with "Say Just Words", I make it my mission in life to find and kill the person who decided that such a great band should only get 30 minutes. It doesn't seem fair, but I make a rushed walk back over to the Tuborg stage to catch the end of Kids In Glass Houses, whose catchy pop punk seems to be going down well with just about everyone. I decide to stick around to watch Fair To Midland out of curiosity more than anything else. They turn out to be the find of the weekend, the singer, once you can hear him has one of the most amazingly powerful voices I have ever heard. Its a shame that more people didn't see them, but hey its their loss. And with that, my lack of sleep has caught up with me so I head back to the camp for a couple of hours kip before heading back into the arena for Reel Big Fish. If you've seen RBF before, then you know what to expect, but this band just don't know how to put on a bad show, playing what is essentially a greatest hits set, they throw in a couple of new songs which are greated like old friends, there is the "Enter Sandman" cover and the many different versions of S.R but its all done with such enthusiasm, its hard to find fault. My personal highlight being the entire tent singing along to "Take On Me", I didn't even notice that they didn't play "Turn The Radio Off" until I was back at the camp. And back to the camp we go, passing by Iron Maiden playing "Fear Of The Dark" but after RBF it seems a bit dull. And so, with it being the last night, a concerted effort is made to finish off all the beer we've brought with us, the festival does not erupt into riots like last year, though I think that would have been hard considering the amount of Police and Security hanging around, there is a few fires but nothing too serious. And so the night is spent talking shit like we have been doing all weekend, I have to drive in the morning and set myself a bedtime of 2o'clock. Which becomes 3o'clock as Luke has fallen asleep on his inflatable sofa and his snoring annoys me so much I decide to turn him into modern art using all the empty cans. Which becomes 4o'clock because it seems like a good idea at the time, before I finally call it a night.
Monday morning comes way too early, we pack our stuff into the cars, say goodbye to Edward(Louise), The Doctor and the rest of Vic's friends and head home. Quite possibly the best Download yet, Leeds has a lot to live up.