]This will be my 1st year not going in about 3 years and I have loved the past couple of years! Summer highlight for me.
For some reason I dont feel too gutted about it?
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Yeah I don't really either. I went last year for the fourth time, bit of a last minute decision, and although I had a good time I was just a bit like BORED! The queues at V are ridiculous, I must have spent half my time there queueing up for the toilet/drinks/entrance to arenas.
Plus I spent an absolute fortune
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Yeah I don't really either. I went last year for the fourth time, bit of a last minute decision, and although I had a good time I was just a bit like BORED! The queues at V are ridiculous, I must have spent half my time there queueing up for the toilet/drinks/entrance to arenas.
Plus I spent an absolute fortune
Festivals like the big chill are 1000x better arnt they?
Much better for organisation, facilities, atmoshpere etc. They don't have the massive names like V do.... but maybe that's a good thing!
discover some great new music that you would of never heard otherwise.
like basement jaxx, David byrne
v sounds just awful.
There are threads about it. Use the "search" function at the top of the page.........
it's a horrendous experience, squarely aimed at stereophonics enthusiasts, the kinds of people who might buy one dance album a year (probably faithless greatest hits discounted at some tesco service station) and think they're being edgy, the people who let girls sit on their shoulders and obscure the view for the poor kunt behind, the kinds of people who get all their festival information from the Telegraph weekend colour supplement, who drive volvos and dress like Clarkson and who think smoking pot is something 'like really radical, maan' that you might sneakily indulge in once a year. It's a prolonged, stomach-churningly awful naked exercise in corporate masturbation so blatant that even coldplay fans sneer at its commercialism. It's the absolute arse end, the nadir of festiville, so wretchedly bad that even the crims stay away.
it's a horrendous experience, squarely aimed at stereophonics enthusiasts, the kinds of people who might buy one dance album a year (probably faithless greatest hits discounted at some tesco service station) and think they're being edgy, the people who let girls sit on their shoulders and obscure the view for the poor kunt behind, the kinds of people who get all their festival information from the Telegraph weekend colour supplement, who drive volvos and dress like Clarkson and who think smoking pot is something 'like really radical, maan' that you might sneakily indulge in once a year. It's a prolonged, stomach-churningly awful naked exercise in corporate masturbation so blatant that even coldplay fans sneer at its commercialism. It's the absolute arse end, the nadir of festiville, so wretchedly bad that even the crims stay away.