I Had an amazing time at Latitude! There was shit loads of stuff going on. Managed to cram plenty in, and all in all it turned into a pretty manic weekend.
As you may have gathered from the title of this post, Latitude is a fairly middle class affair. Not once did I see a tent ablaze, surrounded by wild 'youffs', with Stella in hand. Neither were any of my clothes purloined. there was more than your average share of Cath Kidston wearing yummy mummies and a general family atmosphere prevailed throughout.
The site was divided into different themed arenas. We were based in Pandora's Playground that housed a collection interactive activity tents.
|Setting up the tent.|
|The fabled portrait booth.|
|Finishing touches- post van ride form Brighton.|
|Hard a work.|
As we were performers we had back stage access which was sweet- though we didn't really make full use of our freedom roam. Mostly we just used the backstage bogs to avoid the cues.
|The campsite vagrant who pitched up and promptly fell asleep in our gazebo.|
As in previous years, Latitude's multi-coloured sheep were out in force. this year's offering were pastel coloured. They looked like woolly love hearts, merrily munching grass for the duration.
There was a mix of music on offer. As always happens at festivals, there were clashes when good bands were on at the same time (the old crowd control trick of crafty event organizers). We went to see cheery chappy Paolo Nutini, as you may be able to tell- he wasn't everyone's first choice...
|Attempts to convince Charlie that happy music is good.|
|Enjoying Paolo Nutini.|
|Site of crazy woodland raves-genius.|