Does anyone out there remember ever seeing Santa? The real bona fida Santa Claus I mean!
There’s this memory that has stayed with me through the years and every Christmas time I puzzle over it and think…..
did that really happen?
As a child I grew up on a farm. Weather seemed to be alot harsher and colder back then so during the winter Dad would go round the fields dropping off sheep lick blocks and barrels of treacle to suplement our livestocks diet. Yes barrels of treacle! When a new barrel was opened my sister and I were allowed a dollop each of the sweet black sticky stuff.:)
Anyway one such occasion we were out with Dad in the fields. There was hard frost on the ground and the sky was white and heavy with the promise of snow. We had nearly finished our rounds as Dad said something like “Look up now and You’ll see Father Christmas” …… and sure enough there was Santa and his sleigh pulled by reindeer rushing through the winter sky above us.
I remember telling Mum.I remember telling my school friends. I was convinced I had seen Father Christmas and Dad had too. 🙂
Even looking back now its hard to feel sceptical. Perhaps I dream’t it. Perhaps there was something in that treacle! Dad is no longer with us and my younger sister can’t remember but When I happened to mention it to Mum recently she said “Well you were with your Dad so I imagine it did happen”. So I will smile and keep it as a precious magical Christmas memory. 🙂
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…….
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