This week I had my birthday. I turned 22-years-old and to celebrate, I danced in around in a field full of friends and ate cake.
Lots of cake.
Yep, you guessed it. V Festival rolled around once again, landing smack bang in the middle of my birthday. When 12 o'clock hit, I looked a little something like this:
That's me at the front. As for the guy behind, I cant be sure how he was christened, but 'flashy glasess guy' seemed pretty adequate at the time...
So me and the girls decided on V Festival way back in March. Despite the usual last minute panic, we made it to Chelmsford Yellow Camp in the early hours of Saturday morning ready to get 'apitching.
Our tent, god bless my girls, was wonderful.
The first day began pretty standardly, we were all a little tiddly by around 12pm when the music started in the arena, so had a little freshen up before winding our way up to the stages.
The windin' did not stop there.
The first person we caught was Maverick Saber, who was much better than expected. We were then treated to the wonderful sound of Two Door Cinema Club, who for me, totally stole the show.
Maverick doing his thang.
Me and Sophie were super keen to see Two Door so barged our way pretty close to the stage. They seriously were amazing. Tickets are on sale to catch them in London on December 13th right now. Fancy joining me? Grab yours here.
Throughout the day we also caught The Courteeners, Labrinth, Jessie Ware, Netsky and of course, Beyonce.
It's a bit of a Topshopfest I'm afraid guys, both mine and soph's tops AND my shorts are from there. Ear cuff from Zara and arm cuff, you guessed it, Topshop. My leather jacket, below, is River Island.
The evening ended with cheesy chips and drunken dancing to Beyonce, so all was a success. B didn't disappoint. Even though we were pretty far away from the stage, it was a production to remember.
The following morning, however, I was attacked my wasps (three separate stings - seriously?!) and had a hangover to rival all others.
How did I recover, you might ask? Well, old chap, I dusted myself off, grabbed the girls,
Top from River Island, shorts from Topshop, sneakers Converse and bag Mulberry. I got 'street styled' by a glossy at some point in the day, so keep an eye out for a small blonde festival goer next time you're flicking through Glamour.
Throughout the second and final day of debauchery, I surprised myself at how many acts we got to see. Olly Murs, Jason Mraz, Kendrick Lemar, a teeny weeny bit of Rudimental, The Sterophonics, Calvin Harris and Basment Jaxx.
My one regret? We physically couldn't squeeze Kings of Leon in. We had to pick from Calvin, the Jaxx and the Kings for the last act of the festival. It was a pretty horrendous decision, but we managed 2/3 and both were incredible.
Having been separated from the group, Kelly and I decided to wander back to the tent and see if they were lurking behind the zips.
That was before we saw the silent disco sign.
£20 later and I was living the life of a rockstar. In silence.
A mixture of old school cheese, house music and the latest remixes, the silent disco really was the best ending to the festival... and my 21st year on the planet.
The following morning we woke up feeling worse for wear and trudged back to the car. I arrived home to find the house decorated beautifully courtesy of the boy, which in my delicate state was almost too much to handle.
It really was very, very cute. And I was really very, very spoilt.
The girls and I made reunited for a leisurely lunch where we gorged on all things green and beautiful after a week of deep fried chips and battered sausages, before I headed off to my family tea.
Presents were opened, cake was eaten, BBQ was BBQ'd, laughs were laughed and yawns were yawned. I had had around seven hours sleep for the whole weekend, so we made our way back home and I slept like a baby for the next thirteen hours.
All in all, my birthday weekend was incredible. Age 21, you served me well. Let's see what my 22nd year on this planet has to offer...
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