CHECK OUT MY LOG OF MY FABULOUS
TIME SPENT AT CREAMFIELDS 2012
^ SH*T
What do you think munchkins?
-I know I've lit been festival overloading however, it is the season to grab them garlands and wellies and hit the "green green grass" HA
MY DAYS SPENT IN THE MUCKHEAP @CREAMFIELDS.
DAY ONE:THURSDAY
Today was the day, creamfields here I came! I was oh so excited, lit could not wait to not only drop some shapes with the likes of example and calvin harris, but also to be REUNITED with my beautiful Miss Haslam! <3 After around a two hour trip to get to location, we were finally here queuing (although not for long as for some reason they jumped us right to the front), and anticipating for the weekend's events ahead.
The tent was erect (no laughter please ha), mingling underway and now was time to meet our supervisor. Solomon was the name, big ass scary man was his game. Okay, maybe a little less scary; he was like the big friendly giant! Full of banter, full of jokes! -my kind of guy (for the record).
Group briefing over, we were now left to our own devices until 8am. Like little lambs Stef and I began following the crowd back to the site, passing spanking clean loos we decided to take full advantage whilst we could; festival toilets are lit a avoid-as-much-as-possible, need I say more? Stepping out of the port-a-loos we looked around to see we had been left in a field, sh***oot! I may have neglected to mention that although we were supposed 'information point stewards' our geography and sense of direction was certainly lacking. We decided to find our own way back to the tents, bad move. Two hours later and we finally called a truce, dialling the number for our supervisor to come research us. Our information steward skills were highly questionable, and we were definitely lost. Pitch black we were navigated back to the campsite. Perhaps not the best start to our human-sat-nav roles ahead, however it did kind of set the tone for the rest of the weekend, we were useless! I think all in all we got our selves lost on average EVERY outing from the campsite, some information stewards we were!
After our three hour ordeal of getting lost (finally got back to camp), the worst was still to come… Snuggled up in our tent suddenly, we both jumped up starring at one another.. THERE WAS A LEAK! Yet this was not any old leak, this was a mother-fudging huge leak! Result? we were now practically surrounded by a river, fab. At 4am in the morning I had a stroke of genius, plastic bags. Grabbing any and every bag possible we bag duct taping this make-shift waterproof shield to our home. This definitely was not the funniest of jobs at this time of morning, although thankfully it worked a treat! We had about another two hours of zzzz before we had to get up and get ready for our day ahead, grrrrrrrrr-eat! Now the laughing stock of our campsite, fellow campers were fascinated and eager to capture our sheer stupidness of using a un-waterproof tent. FAB.
DAY TWO:
FRIDAY
Up and ready we began the mish back to base, where we would finally be given our tour of the fields (note they were still fields at this point, with grass and everything) in hope that by some sheer miracle we will be able to direct creamfielders'. Tour over, shifts allocated we were now free as birds to do what we liked, my idea was to stay out of sight as not to send campers in the complete wrong direction. Couple of hours pasted and it was time for the warm up to begin, but first things first. You never pass on a gain of cheeky Twister to set the tone! This was not any old twister, it was Twisted-Twister. It was every tent against its self, the spinner replaced with a team mate who then shouted out the colour and body party in which you had to perform. I highly doubt any more details need to be included, a bunch of rowdy teenaged guys, girls and alcohol of course the positions/shapes made were questionable. Twister over, hello silent cheeky disco diva time; buzzin'! After a good few hours with our headphones on, dropping shapes, and striking those elbows out it was time to hit the sack. Excitement was well under way and the weekend was definitely set to be A-MAZ-INGGGGGGGGGG baby.
DAY THREE:
SATURDAY
Walking through behind the scenes definitely had its benefits! As we made our way behind the North Stage there before my eyes was the very lovely Example, topless with his classic deep shades. Stood there starring, like a class A idiot, the most cringest words left my lips; "can I have a photo?" As if a half asleep example would like a photo at this time, whoops?
Today was our first shift, boo, however we still had a decent 2 hours of raving-daving to squeeze in before we would be locked in our little 'hub' located on red campsite. Absolutely loved it! Totes set the tone and was utterly gutted to have to go and clock on for our 8 hour shift. Yes, that's right 4pm-12am was so pants we would be missing some of the main stage, kick assnesss. This soon took a surprise turn, I actually loved working in my little hub. It was lit the perfect place for a cheeky social, gossip and people watching point -one of my fav past times of all times! Trust me, people do not get more funny whilst drunk and tackling mud, some sights we saw were utterly priceless! Shift finally finished it was time to hit the raves once again, after all we had until 4am. After hours of "getting our freak on" the music had finished and it was time to, attempt, to make our way back to the campsite. As we were just about to step outside the arena tent, we suddenly realised the heavens had not only opened but seemed to be literally collapsing from the sky. The rain was pouring down ridiculously heavy, like bullets! Creamfields was an official wash out, the only way to travel was to literally swim.
DAY FOUR:
SUNDAY
Starting from the very early hours of the morning, around 5am we reached the campsite, hurrah! I looked over my shoulder to realised we had picked up a tag-a-long. My darling friend had decided to direct a drunken-skunk back to our campsite, whom claimed he 'didn't know' where his campsite was, but of course that was utter bull. Sadly, my attempt to put a stern foot down and refuse entry into our tent did not work, and to my delight (sense the sarcasm) we now how some hill-billy sharing the tent. Waking up we no quilt, the smell of a cow pat (due to this hill billy) the day did not start off very desirably (later to only get worse). Stef was conned into walking the cow-pat smelling guy back to his site, meanwhile I made a sharp exit into someone else's tent in order to escape the stench. The sun finally had returned, but sadly this was a bit late as the field was officially a muddy bog, no green green grass was left and instead it had been replaced with clay-type mud. Nightmare.
This is where my creamfields trip tragically came to an end, the festival had to be cancelled due to the no-longer fields now being only fit for fish. We were told to pack up our stuff (and troubles) into our old kit bag and get the fudge out of here.
Verdict = Shamebels.
However, overall conclusion?
AWESOME. Absolutely loved past few days spent with some lovely people, encountering some never-again experiences, and full of laughs!
Photo Diary.
THE NIGHT BEFORE THE HAPPY CAMPERS
CAME TO JOIN US AT CREAMFIELDS
I LOVE THE PRETTY LIGHTS
THE MUG SHOT OF ME MUNCHING MY BREAKFAST
HOME SWEET HOME
HOLD YOUR LAUGHTER PLEASE
RAVING IT UP AT THE SILENT DISCO
GETTING OUR ELBOWS READY
TO DROP SOME FUNKY SHAPES
GROUP CUDDLES
THE TWISTED TWISTER
KEY SHOT
-CROUCH REST
UNLEASH YOUR INNER KID
MYSELF AND THE BEAUTIFUL MISS STEF
HAPPY CAMPERS
I LOVE FANCY DRESS
COULD NOT RESIST
SHOWING OUR PULLING FACES
MRS MUSCLES TAKES OUT
A TRAKTOR
JUST HAD TO INCLUDE THIS SHOT
THE CONVO
"ARE YOU FEET SORE?"
"NO I JUST COULDN'T GET MY WELLIES
OFF LAST NIGHT SO I JUST COULDN'T
BE BOTHERED TO PUT THEM ON.."
-WE WERE IN STITCHES!
THE FLOP
SUMS UP THE WEATHER
CLOSING SHOT.
THE AFTER MATH OF FOUR
DAYS OF MUD AND SWIMMING
YET TO GO ON MY TWO HOURS TRAIN
JOURNEY BACK HOME. NICEEE.
Muchos Smiles,
bb, xoxo
LESSON LEARNT: BUY MY OWN TENT.
