I must admit I have not bought an album in years and don’t ask me to download anything~ I wouldn’t have a clue. However that is not to say I don’t like music. Wil and I have been to a few gigs including the Red Hot Chillies ( love them ), Stereophonics ( love them…but still managed to fall asleep in the M E N, not like they wern’t loud or anything! ), Blondie ( Debbie Harry rocks ) and Morrisey ( the floor was bouncing).
Wil has never been to a Music festival.Funny that as he enjoys music and he likes camping. But not the two together it would seem!
Eleven years ago I decided I had to go to a music festival before I was thirty. So I managed to experience three in the space of twelve months.:-D
T In The Park.
My first ever festival was in the summer of 2002. Five of us headed up to Scotland, turned back when we realised someone had forgotten their tickets ( not me amazingly!) and then set off up to Kinross again. It turned out a fun few days with lots of sunshine and some darn good sounds. Oasis were the headliners but not the highlights for me. My best band memory were by far No Doubt. Gwen Stefani belting out I’m Just A Girl as she climbed up the scaffolding on the stage in a tartan kilt. Awesome! And do you remember the Manchester band The Doves? Their anthem Pounding blew me away. I also remember wearing a hat was a god send during the Oasis gig. Apparently people who were throwing beer…… were ahem ,not actually throwing beer. Lovely! The wknd finished with us all experiencing a ceili ( some of us for the first time) which was fun.:-)
In June 2003 a few of us tried to get hold of tickets for the music festival everyone wants to go to. Glastonbury. The only person who was successful in our group of friends was Fi…..but she only managed to get two tickets. Happily it was me she asked to accompany her. Hurrah! Our camping mistake was to pitch our little pink tent right next to the dance tent. We did wonder why no one else had set up camp there…….until Fat Boy Slim did his set.lol. Anyway Glastonbury was ace. My fave band memories were of Feeder and The Flaming Lips. The Flaming Lips especially. Life size animal balloons anyone? Or were the flying pigs something to do with that fudge I sampled which made my feet so heavy I couldn’t pick them up off the floor. I had to rest under a tree whist Fi kept an eye on the ‘I’m a Hippy Get Me Out If Here’ camper van which was full of stoned hippies. Glastonbury was very much about peace and love as well as the music….
My final festival was in August 2003. Leeds Festival was where I got all my clothes stollen ( apart from the pjs I was wearing ) and the tent I borrowed had twenty poles missing. Things turned out ok though. My friend Jo let me share her tent and the festival wardens retrieved a van full of stollen apparel. I got my clothes back plus a few extras! I don’t know who that Metallica t-shirt belonged to but it was in my bag.
My fave band memories were Placebo ( My personal highlight), Electric Six( Danger Danger High Voltage) and The Polyphonic Spree ( think they actually recruited a new member from the audience~not sure if they were a band…or a cult).
The last evening at Leeds was quite hair raising. I remember we were to scared to go the loo in the night (those festival loos did hum a bit), as people were burning their tents and dancing round camp fires naked. All a bit Lord Of The Flies!
So there you have it.My Music Festival Memories. 😉
Not sure that reading this will help my cause with persueding the other half to go to one with me…….
This post is part of The Rosalilium Blog Every Day In May Challenge.
Today I took my tea cups along to the Crafty Vintage fair at the st Marys centre in my home town of Clitheroe. Crafty Vintage fairs are held here on the last saturday of every month. Here are a few snaps I took of some treasures on sale. I ended up buying several birthday gifts and some treats for myself. Couldn’t resist. 😀
I definitely recommend buying presents from craft fairs as there are so many talented people creating unique and beautiful gifts.:-D
This post represents day 25 in the Rosalilium Blog Every Day In May Challenge.x
Todays Rosalilium Blog Every Day In May challenge topic is all about the contents of one’s fridge. Well confession guys ! On a usual day I couldn’t tell you whats in our fridge………….because it is almost always my other half who does all the food shopping. And he does most of the cooking too! Shocking! Yep! I know I am extremely lucky. When we moved in together we had both lived on our own ( apart from a few diversions) for quite a while. Cooking was never my forte. Give me a ready meal any day! Wil , however quite liked to cook, ( he finds it theraputic?? ) so…..many years later he still likes to cook. And as I work in a supermarket, food shopping is to much of a busmans holiday, right.;)
This morning I did look in the fridge……….and well it wasn’t very inspiring. There is quite a bit of salad in there, the remains of a cooked chicken, a pizza from sainsburys and a tub of crab pate. We are loving Innocent OJ at the mo and the rose wine is my fave.Ok I bought it It today from our local wine shop.I had loved it in a restaurant we visited and tracked it down.Its called ‘Burlesque’ and its the most easy to drink rose wine ever. Its a californian Zindfandel with a hint of strawberries and cream.:)
What goodies are hiding behind your fridge door? x
The greatest compliment anyone has ever paid me has to be…………asking me to be a god parent. 🙂
I am fortunate enough to be god mother to four beautiful girls. I’m not a maternal person and have never wanted children of my own so I feel very lucky to be complimented in this way. My eldest god daughter Mady is almost sixteen now and my youngest Bronte is nearly two. Lydia is three and Imogen (who is also my niece) is three in July.
I am very honored to have been chosen as god mother to such lovely girls. What an amazing Compliment!
This post represents day 23 in the Blog Every Day In May challenge.
1987 was the year I spent most of aged 13. I was a shy and awkward teenager.Short with the worlds most horrendous hair cut ( sorry I am not going to put a photo up ~ it looks like a mullet!) and to make matters worse I had to wear a brace on my teeth…..and I had fangs. So you see I looked like a boyish midget vampire.I was not exactly photogenic! Though maybe I could have been cast in The Lost Boys.lol.x
I grew up on a farm. As a child this was idyllic and I have very happy memories. As a teenager I spent most of my time pining for escape. My friends lived in a nearby town ( which didn’t seem nearby to my 13 year old self, there being no buses.) and as I recall I spent a lot of my time on the phone to them.Our telephone was in the farm house pantry.Yes if you wanted to chat to friends you had to sit on a cold stone slab , surrounded by pickled eggs and slabs of meat.If it was put there to keep our calls short, It didn’t work. My sis and I would brave the chill and chat endlessly to our friends on that old fashioned avocado green rotary phone.
Being farmers daughters we grew very attached to the animals.Probably to attached. With our cousins who lived next door we would hide kittens and pups from our dads and granddad, whose idea of controlling the ever increasing population was to drown them in the water troughs in the yard.:( At 13 I was desperately trying to find homes for the endless supplies of baby animals among’st my school friends.It didn’t occur to Granddad especially, that simple operations at the vets would solve the problem. Farmers are very frugal ( tight arses! ) with their money.
At 13 I went abroad for the first time .Ok it was only the second year trip to Le touquet in Northern France.But it was somewhere totally different to our camping holidays in Scotland. Happy memories of ordering crepes au chocolat in cafe’s, playing french cricket,sipping orangina,rides in a french fun fair and shopping for our own food in a gigantic hypermarche. These were all new experiences for a country bumpkin like me! Photo’s I still have from the trip show me wearing pink ski pants, a reversible mickey mouse sweater and a denim jacket.Was that actually the fashion back in 1987?
Did I have any luck with boys aged 13?? Well that is a resounding no! I did have a big crush on a boy two years above me at school which lasted until he left in the fifth year. Lunch breaks were spent strolling arm in arm with my mates round the perimeter of the school. We always strolled the opposite way to him and his group of friends so we could accidently on purpose bump into them. I was much to shy to speak when my so called friends would push me into him and laugh and run away. Sigh. The highlight of our ‘non relationship’ was when he asked me if he could borrow my calculator for a maths exam……and he had to write his initials inside the cover in liquid paper. Swoon.
I think my other crush was Rick Astley.( Cheezy!) ‘Never Gonna Give You UP’ was a massive number one hit that year you know. 🙂
What were you like at 13?
This post represents day 22 in the #BEDM challenge.
The Topic on the Rosalilium #BEDM challenge today is ‘Your Dream Job’.
Well If I had been asked this at school I would have said either a journalist or a librarian.I loved English and my head was constantly in a book.In fact I clearly remember saying to my pals that I didn’t want to be stuck working in a supermarket all my life. Hmmm What Happened?
Actually my job does suit me really well.Its secure (as jobs go these days) and pretty stress free. I work with a decent bunch of people and I don’t need to think about it at all once my shift is over. But of course it definitely isn’t my dream job. Neither are my original dream jobs. Being a journalist would not fit my writing skills ( I have the pace of a snail, I wouldn’t meet any deadlines….) and though I love libraries I seem to have fallen out of love with reading lately….apart from reading blogs that is! So here are a few jobs I can dream about.
Work in a quirky tearooms rather like the one below. I could happily wait on in a pretty cafe, serving tea and cakes in vintage crockery all day. 🙂
Work in a Vintage shop by the sea, yeah it has to be by the sea of course! I could collect even more tea cups and pretty things and take a stroll along the promenade everyday on my lunch break.
Be employed in a cath Kidston shop. I would spend all day deciding what lovely cath kidston accessories I would buy at the end of my shift.There would not be much of a wage left!
Work with animals. I have helped out my sister when she had a boarding kennels and cattery. It is a very lovely job but quite hard work too with all the cleaning and walking of hounds. It certainly keeps you fit and healthy!
My post today is inspired by the winner of the $590 million Power ball jackpot in the city of Zephyrhills,Florida. They are yet to claim their amazing prize. So for now maybe I will dream about how I would spend it. 😉 So after I have seen my family and friends right,here’s what I will be purchasing……
Have I spent it all yet? I suspect I shall have to go out and buy a ticket for tommorrow’s Euro millions draw.
This post is for the Rosalilium Blog Every Day in May challenge.
Because I am a traveller I can look down on the birds and up at the fishes. I collect moments and can venture back in time to lost worlds. I seize life and simultaneously escape it at will. Because I am a traveller I envy no man at home.