Kasabian in a muddy field? Yes please!
This weekend I shall mostly.... be wallowing in cider, fields and no doubt mud whilst prancing about to some of the most exciting music by the most exciting bands. Yes, I am going to the V Festival in Weston Park.
I am very excited about that.
I am not very excited, however, about the weather forecast and subsequently the prospect of rain. Which leads to mud. And rain soaked hair. And having to wear "waterproofs". And wellies. And wet clothes with nowhere to dry off...
Not that I'm being a princess (although in actual fact my name, which is of Hebrew origin, translates as 'Princess' so therefore I am - remember this when you speak to me my lovelies), but UGH!
Why can't the sun just come out, leave my hair alone, and not interfere with my planned festival outfits - I don't want to spend the whole weekend covered up in cheapo plastic festival "ponchos" or oversized raincoats, I want to show the world how fantastically well I do festival chic! And if Serge from Kasabian happens to wander past at any time, at least then there's a chance I might catch his eye... as opposed to being just another rain soaked, muddy wellied festival reveller battling through the elements in a desperate attempt to enjoy the many bands performing over the weekend, before undoubtedly being whisked off to a hotel for a nice hot shower....
On the other hand... I'd just like to say:
Kasabian, Kings of Leon, The Prodigy, Skunk Anansie (yes, that's right, they're back on the scene and I am a fan), Plan B, Calvin Harris, Example, Eliza Dolittle, Paul Weller, Groove Armada (!!), Ellie Goulding, Paloma Faith, Editors.....
In light of that, I think for three, smelly, wet days I can just about manage. Sadly though my heels won't be making an appearance - wearing flat shoes is after all, much less shameful than falling flat on your face in mud - particularly when you are not able to then clean yourself up afterwards.
- I am not, by the way, speaking from experience there. I'm just saying. And as much as mud packs are a good facial... I very much doubt whether this type of mud be. If the flying coke bottle of someone's urine that splashed me in the ear 3 years ago during Oasis' performance is anything to go by, I ain't taking any risks!
So, come rain or shine, I will be slumming it in a tent for three nights, in a cider haze listening to some quite frankly amazing bands. It's a hard job, but plenty of us will be doing it. And one things for sure, I certainly won't be ending up like the girl above!
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Sarah Morris - the Sunday Mercury's resident fashionista: pulls no punches when it comes to style.
