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So last weekend I went to V Festival with my best friend Fern and her sister Lana (peep the shoutout gals, you’re famous). And it was such a good weekend I thought, let’s have a waffle about it on the old blog and let the world hear it. So here we are.

~ The Travelling ~

The festival was at Weston Park in Staffordshire from Friday the 18th to Sunday the 20th of August, coming home obviously on the Monday because camping is the life. We drove down at about 10AM on the Friday which was such a good idea as we seemed to miss all the traffic and the queues. After an absolute mare trying to lug all of our stuff from the car to the space we eventually found for our tent, we managed to get ourselves all set up and settled in by about 2PM. By ‘get ourselves set up’ I mean Lana mostly put up the entire tent with me and Fern hopelessly helping, or mainly watching. But we were chilled out in camp chairs, snacking and drinking the day away until the acts began on the Friday night.

~ The Music ~

The weekend began at the Radio One stage on Friday night. There were a few DJs lined up to kick the weekend off, alongside a lovely splashing of rain to really put the festival mood in full swing. We saw Disciples, Duke Dumont and Chase and Status, who were good from what I can remember, for the songs that I actually knew anyway. House DJs aren’t majorly our style of music, although we enjoyed what we could along with our bottles of rose until we called it a night. But its not like going to bed was a normal end of the evening kind of story. Our nights usually entailed a struggle to get warm, falling asleep to the not so distant and not so funny calls of ‘Alan!’ and a 3AM wake up call by either music or a Welsh scrap, but that was Saturday nights story.

The days started early, after a capri-sun and lucozade wake up and a queue for the portaloos it was usually about 9.30. On the topic of portaloos, V festival was probably the cleanest I’d seen. Obviously you’d pick a real toilet any day and they were smelly, but in comparison to ones at festivals before, V had definitely kept it clean. I give a big thanks for that. We then spent the morning dosing ourselves in glitter and enough alcohol and snacks to get us through the morning. On the Saturday I wore a cute sequin top and some denim shorts from Missguided matched with a black rain mac and some wellies. I shall insert pictures at the bottom of the post. We hit a massive queue to get into the festival and almost missed the whole of Scouting for Girls set, but managed to make it for the last few songs, including She’s So Lovely which gave me all the Georgia Nichols feels. Then we saw RAYE who was insane. For a small artist I wasn’t expecting much but she was stunning and an amazing performer with great vocals. We spent the rest of the day watching Jason Derulo, Clean Bandit, Stormzy and Dizzee Rascal, before the day’s headliner of Jay Z. Stormzy definitely had the best atmosphere of the day, he’s an artist who you can tell thoroughly appreciates their success and position and I really admire that about certain celebs. Jay Z was possibly a bit of a let down. As an artist where not many people may know a lot of the words to his songs, he cut probably the more popular ones short, so for the rest of the time you were just watching. Obviously it was amazing to say you’ve seen such a huge name live, but I wouldn’t massively rate his performance.

Sunday started pretty similarly, only filled with a lot more giggling as just hours before we had been woken up by a random fight, where, from what we could here, a man was being held on the ground by a woman right on the back of our tent. We relived the memory as we got ready as we didn’t want to miss Busted like we had with Scouting for Girls the day before. On the Sunday I wore a bralet from Missguided matched with a black and white checkered shirt and some black denim shorts, both from Primark. Of course we ended up getting in the slowest moving queue that morning and reaching the Busted stage just in time for their last song, Year 3000. At least we were making it in time for the classics. Glitter taking priority of course. The sun was out in the morning and Ella Eyre shone just the same. I love her and she absolutely smashed it. We then sat and ate some lunch while we watched James Arthur who I had forgotten how much I loved. The girls were shocked I knew so many of his songs, as I was practically the only one singing around us. Oops. The dilemma of the day was the fact that my favourite band The Vamps clashed with Madness, who we wanted to go and see as our parents have some crazy dances to their songs and wanted to see us doing the same. You know, family stuff. So we split our time half and half and managed to see a good set from both, making it to Madness just as the songs we actually knew began, making fools of ourselves around the 40 year old die hard fans. A contrasting setting to the one minutes before when I was the diehard fan in front of The Vamps. Shock. By this point it started to rain and as we watched Jonas Blue, George Ezra and Jess Glynne we got more and more soaked. By the time Craig David hit the stage I was wet to the skin, my waterproof mac had definitely lied to me and I was going numb. Nevertheless we enjoyed every performance, it was part of the festival experience after all. As the headliner Pink came on, we were immune to the weather and almost forgot about it, as her performance was incredible. She really knows how to put on a show, I’ve never heard live vocals like it, she was stunning. And to end with her flying over the crowd put an amazing finish to an amazing weekend.

~Pictures~

Overall it was such an amazing weekend and I would do it again in a heartbeat. It’s been a tough week since getting my A-Level results and not getting into Uni, but whatever will be will be, and it’s nice to have some happy treasured memories to break it all up. V Festival was clearly the nicer end of the festival scale, cleaner and felt safer, I’d definitely recommend it to anyone who doesn’t think they’d like a festival, it would definitely change your mind. It was my first time at a camping festival and made for a great experience so get it on your 2018 bucket list!

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My Weekend at V Festival! So last weekend I went to V Festival with my best friend Fern and her sister Lana (peep the shoutout gals, you're famous).