Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Joint Effort

Today's blog chronicles most of the festival, and features Kittiebell as a guest contributor. Teeny's entries written in normal orange, Kittie's in a rather fetching purple.

DAY ONE - 10:25 AM

This is the life. OK, so it's twenty five past ten and I'm eating a cheeseburger. Yum, yum...But £4? What the fuck? This seriously goes against both my morning ritual and diet plan, but hey, I'm on holiday. So I've decided. Hell Yeah. We just confronted two eight-legged fiends of the big and meaty variety (Liz bravely remained in the tent while I beat a hasty retreat) so now we're winding down.

This morning was great and all; waking up and 5:45, Liz's mum herding us out of the door, driving us to the port and seeing us off. The ferry trip accompanied by the 90p toast was joyous, much more so than having to wait half and hour for the FUCKING bus to the site and then said bus journey leaving us feeling like my tits after a brief run (sorry, had to get that in there for Luke's benefit). At eleven we plan to explore, and I can feel my stomach filling with a mixture of Kick, greasy cheese and left-over adrenaline from my (or rather Liz's) spider-vanquishing escapades. I leave you now with Liz, who is molesting my facial orifaces with a blade of grass. Typical. Five minutes in, and my comrade is already acting off her tits.

Yours are bigger. Yes, thanks for that. Yay for randomness (and Teeny's obsession with boobs). Well, obviously I have to pander to the stereotype set out for me by Luke. So: tits, tits, tits. Happy now?!

DAY TWO - 11:37 AM

So. We are currently in our tent, which is now filled with junk HELLS YEAH. Teeny is munching on a Nutri-Grain. Last night was fantabulous: we saw the Kaiser Chiefs, KT Tunstall, The Hoosiers, and (although we tried to avoid it) we caught a bit of N.E.R.D. Better than catching Gonorrhoea I suppose...or is it? KT Tunstall was amazing, you really notice her strong Northern accent when she talks, and Teeny really got into the whole 'body pop' routine she taught us. Well, of course I bloody did, it was genius. I'm thirsty (sorry, random thought). Anyway, The Hoosiers were also amazing, we missed half their set but they were still good.

Forgot to say: KT is an amazing guitarist and also has a bloody good voice live, would definitely see her on her own tour.

Anyway, on to the Kaiser Chiefs. One word: WOW. They were amazing, better than I imagined to be honest. The lead singer Ricky Wilson had so much energy, he climbed up part of the scaffolding tower on the stage, ran around and off the stage and was always running around the stage. I would love to know where he gets his energy from. Jesus, woman, this is a journal entry. Not 'War and Peace'. I better sign off. Isle of Wight festival is rocking. Bring on more!

1 comment:

Liz said...

OMG OMG is amazing what you find when you randomly search Kittiebell at 1am in the morning! I have found your blog, woo! i love that u published our diary thats so cool, and i like how u describe me in ur cast, lol! I miss ya so much, this made my day finding this and reminiscing about iow festival! Btw, I have pics now so we gotta meet up so u can see/copy them!

Love ya