|Sunday August 24, 2003
Wake at 8:30. Thats a festival lie-in! Sunday drinking laws mean a very long wait in the pub until theyre actually serving alcohol, but as thats noon, it fits nicely with Dans drinking laws. And when noon comes, weve settled on the idea of jugs of cocktails. And what a great idea! All the benefits of vitamin C (at least in the Tounge Teaser I was drinking) plus it gets you drunk. All washed down nicely with Purple Hazes or Slippery Nipples on the side.
A vague plan to get back to see the Raveonettes becomes reality, though I really wish I hadnt bothered, as they sound like a third-rate Jesus and mary Chain tribute band.
We wander out to see if Good Charlotte are being bottled off, but sadly theyre not. Instead, quite a large number of people appear to be enjoying them. Some are even clapping! This cant be right at all. Suddenly we remember we wanted to catch Winnebago Deal on the Carling Stage, and Im very glad we did two blokes (drums and guitar) making a blinding racket. Fine stuff indeed.
But the cocktails have been washed down with lager and its taking its toll on our ability to stand up, so, after being charged £4 for a cut-up potato with some cheese sauce on it take the piss why dont you, Mexican food van?) we head back to the camp-site to prepare ourselves for System of a Down and Metallica.
The three-second rule (whereby any campsite chair left un-sat on for three seconds can be claimed by another person) meant much of the afternoon resembled a game of musical chairs being played by fat, drunk people. Plus, there was the first (and, frankly, proably last) fatreg.com air guitar championships (see pics) which, if wed been bothered about taking a vote on it, was almost certainly won by the girl-on-girl action of Becky and Mariko.
And so the festival draws to a close with some heavy metal. System of a Down are a superb warm-up for Metallica, drawing plenty of people in to the arena. And they put on a great show, too.
But Metallica appear to be the band of choice for half the festival crowd today their T-shirts are everywhere. And they come on stage rocking, having a little joke about being The Black Stripes. A hard-rocking set is only let down by the lack of So What but for two hours they are unmissable.
As ever, the evening is rounded off by drinking and shouting round the camp fire. Somewhere along the way, I get really quite drunk and stagger into my tent at 2:30am. Im going to feel rough in the morning, for sure, but I think itll be well worth it.
And to cap it all, Exeter City got their second win of the season and rose to 7th in the Conference. If only every weekend were this good. Roll on August Bank Holiday 2004. See you there!
|The fatreg.com air guitar competition|
|Quotes of Reading 2003
Woah-woah-wo-oh! I got erection!
Turbonegro. Later enthusiastically adopted in a call-and-response style by Dan and Fat Reg.
I dont think Im going to get pissed today.
Quayley as he drank an unknown number of whiskies from a two pint jug in the pub on Sunday.
You are weak and white man.
Mariko when Fat Reg was unable to separate two plastic glasses.
That was the longest minute of my life.
Dan, clock-watching his way to noon, and drinking time.
Ive got an erection spoon. With built-in sizzles.
Quayley. And no, I dont know what he meant.
"I can afford to buy beer, thank you."
Mariko to the guys handing out rubbish bags for the "rubbish for beer" scheme
Kev: "Isn't that a big one" (referring to a large cheese & bacon baguette, just bought by Billy Bragg)
Billy Bragg: "As the bishop said to the bishop" (I guess referring to the sexuality of un-ordained Bishop of Reading)
Kev hob-nobs with the stars
|Links to other Reading 2003 sites
See Mariko's pictures of Fat Reg and co here
Pyro Steve's pics are here
Bad Fairy's review is here