A Lovebox full of Gary Numan and Jack Tweed and a Global Gathering of...naked chavs!

So, festival number one: Lovebox! And it really was just a box simply brimming full of love... love for music that is. Or Gary Numan and pear cider in my case! I vaguely remember, through my Gaymers haze, agreeing with my friend that I was loving the Numan that much (as opposed to originally thinking it would just be quite 'cool' to have seen him live, whether he was good or not) that I would actually 'do' him - he's alright for an older man... hmmm. If you don't know what I mean by that now, I'm not going to explain. Such a classy thing to say. And to be quite honest, I'm quite glad there was no such chance of it happening - thinking it may have featured on a 'regret and forget' list by now! But seriously, as a performer, the man's still got it.

It's a bit of a 'cool' festival, plenty of fashionistas and wannabe Siennas running around... oh and did I mention also the 'real' Jack Tweed? You know - the "grieving" widower of Jade Goody? Ah yes.... Very upset I can see. Although I suppose you can't expect him to not get on living his own life. I must admit he is very good looking. It's a shame he's a bit of a dirtbag really isn't it....

Festival number two (after my visit to my mum's and falling off a curb on my rollerblades and injuring myself... quite badly now it seems): Global Gathering. VIP.
I don't quite know what to say about this. For starters, I didn't realize VIP at this festival translated into 'vagrants, imbeciles and perverts'... a bit harsh? Well. All I'll say is go and see for yourself next year.
I've never seen a VIP area that lets anyone and everyone in just because they spend a few more pounds, is so packed out that you have no space to camp and miss the absolute headline act for the weekend whilst STILL searching for a spot to pitch up, includes idiots who speak to you like a piece of meat that they have never tried before, and has attendants who couldn't direct their foot to their own shoe...

OK, now that's out of my system, the music and dj's on offer was good. It was the people that made it less savoury; I've never been surrounded by so many goddam awful chavs in my entire life, and although far from being a prude, I have certainly never seen so much blatant nakedness before in my life either. I'm talking boobs, butts, bellies... you name it; if it was an un-toned bit of flesh, it was on show. Mostly through neon flashes of fabric or body paint. YAK!

So that was my week. I was planning to go and save the Rainbow tomorrow, but given that my twisted knee has got progressively worse over the week, I think I will be house-bound this weekend. Sulk.

The Rainbow, by the way, is a very cool nightspot and pub in Digbeth. If you're into *good* music, like something a bit cooler, quirkier, and not mainstream then get yourself down there - before the council stupidly tries to shut it down. Again.