It took a lot longer than usual for the crowd to get to me at Field Day, probably because upon arrival I took a casual stroll across the site, thought ‘oh, that must be the main stage’, wandered towards the front and ended up one off the barrier for Electrelane. It put me in a really good mood for about four hours afterwards. But eventually the wear and tear wore and tore. Watched a little bit of some guy, one of the trendy James/Jamie contingent, and maybe I’m old but it just seemed like watching a one-member boy band or something. Warpaint, after Electrelane….nah. And then the bar staff were all drunk, and it rained….
Bitch and moan, bitch and moan.
Anyway. For the second time in recent history I bailed before Factory Floor even got on a stage. And ended up in the best pub of all time. I’m not even going to tell you where it is, but if you take the trouble to work it out, oh my god. Gin and Tonic £2.90. A cat. Really nice people.
Me: ‘Mel, I’ve just noticed something.’
A meaningful look towards an ashtray on the table.
Mel: ‘Gosh……hey, there’s another one over there…’
Like a magic eye painting, they were suddenly everywhere. Every single surface had an ashtray. There was one on a ledge right above my head.
'They don't have anything in them though do-'
As I was saying this I was grabbing it down, and received a liberal shower of marlboro ash.
Me: ‘We can’t just….light up, can we?’
Mel: ‘I think that might be a bit rude.’
Me: ‘I want to ask. But I’m afraid.’
Mel: ‘Me too.’
Me: ‘Let’s just wait and see what happens.’
Steve arrived and got us drinks.
'The barmaid's noticed that you keep leaving half a bottle of tonic so she's only charged for one this time.'
We went outside to smoke and when we came back Mel had made a new friend.
'He says they lock the doors later on and then you can smoke. Apparently we'll know.'
And we did. We did when the barmaid lit a cigarette.
'What time is it?'
'Just after ten.'
So, everyone at Field Day is leaving, right now, walking past this pub, and they could be making a killing off them…..but they’ve locked the doors, and we’re all smoking, and everyone’s really friendly and nice and the cat’s, like, faceplanted on the table and oh my god. It was amazing.
And that is my story of Field Day.
Thomas Forsyth. Experiment.
Me: ‘I think Amy Winehouse might be dead.’
Finn: ‘What? Really? How do you know?’
Me: ‘Um, well, my phone says she’s dead.’
Me: ‘It’s on……..twitter……’
Finn: ‘You have twitter?’
Me: ‘It’s for work.’
Finn: ‘Isn’t twitter just constant bullshit rumours?’
Me: ‘Yeah….but……it’s on…..it’s on someone’s twitter who I think would know….’
Finn: ‘Did you say Zane Lowe’s twitter?’
Finn: ‘Jesus Christ soph.’
Me: ‘It’s for work’
Finn: ‘Well, just don’t let anyone hear you saying you follow Zane Lowe on twitter. Look where we are. These people will lynch you for less.’
Me: ‘I know. Are we still friends?’
Me: ‘That’s a relief.’
Me: ‘But I think Amy Winehouse might actually be dead.’
David Cameron Ha ha ha