Last year the lovely lady and I had a fantastic weekend at
the Latitude festival so decided straight away to get tickets for 2012. The festival took place last weekend and I
think I have just about recovered from another fantastic weekend.
For us the festival started on Thursday which happened to be
the lovely lady’s birthday, that and other good news meant we set off in good
spirits, stopping en route for a quick bite to eat. We expected traffic to be slow and heavy on
the A12, it was. However in the middle
of the afternoon we pulled into the car park with cloudy skies above,
thankfully they weren’t threatening rain, yet.
It was in the car park that we met the first character of the
weekend. One of the car park attendants
was clearly taking his job far too seriously and was very loud and sarcastic
when giving directions. This got him absolutely nowhere as every driver
completely ignored him which added to his frustration as well as my amusement. To his defence he was very busy as the car
parks were filling up quickly.
We’d had a good look at the map and found a decent place to
camp, away from the madness but close enough to amenities and not too far from
the arena. Last year we’d been in family
camping but the kids were doing their own thing this time so we were expecting
things to be a little less comfortable this weekend. Anyway, we began our long walk, checked out
the price of buggy hire and thought “bugger that” to the £50 deposit
charge. I know it’s a deposit but fifty
quid?? So we had a long trudge with
heavy kit, we just had to get on with it.
We swapped our tickets for wristbands and the staff were friendly and
helpful. The walk seemed to go on
forever but there wasn’t much mud considering how much rain we’ve had
lately. We finally made our destination
and pretty much pitched the tent exactly where we’d planned.
Last year we’d spent four nights cramped in a little tent which was OK but I’d decided it was worth a little investment to get a tent I could actually stand up in. This year’s model was great and kept us warm, dry and comfortable throughout the weekend. We said hello to some of our neighbours and had a sneaky look around and luckily we didn’t appear to be camped too close to any nutters nor were there any large groups of teeny boppers. I have nothing against teenagers having a mad time at a festival but I wouldn’t want to be camped next to anyone who was like me when I was a teenager. After all of that toil I absolutely needed a beer so I donned my wellies (Muck boots are great) and we wandered off to check out the arena and become familiar with the place again. Firstly we found beer, Cider for the lovely lady and the absolute best local brew for me, Adnams Southwold bitter, fantastic! After that the memory starts to deteriorate but we found the layout to be pretty much how we remembered it from last year. I’m sure we found some music and I’m positive it rained at some point. We found ourselves in the literary arena where we were entertained by Carl Donnelly who was standing in as compere and his ad lib stuff was funny. We turned in fairly early and had a decent night sleep thinking rest now, play later.
We were up fairly early on the Friday but even so, by the
time we poked our heads into daylight a couple of tents had disappeared and
more had been put up in their place. I’d
packed a stove, kettle and some tea making stuff so every morning began with a
brew. The campsite toilets were already
covered in shit coloured mud (I hope) and were beginning to stink. Those in family camping last year were in a
different league. We were soon wandering
down to the arenas and wellies were absolute must as it had rained overnight
and there were showers through the day.
The Regatta packaway jackets we’d brought were great. They’re light, totally waterproof and
breathable so no sweating. They got a
thorough testing throughout the weekend and get a big thumbs up. We got a big breakfast roll from a place in
the village which was pretty good, get some fuel in the tank early on. Then it was through the checkpoint and into
the arena again.
Now the festival proper was starting and we began seeking
out entertainment along with refreshment of mind, body and soul. I thought we began in the comedy arena but
checking back it seems it was the Obelisk arena where we saw The Givers who were great. Described in the program as ‘Ravin Cajun’,
I’m not that sure about that but whatever they were doing I enjoyed it. The band was energetic, talented and
versatile, the girl singing had a good voice and we found ourselves jigging for
the first time that weekend. I think
I’ll have a little look out for the Givers on Youtube sometime soon. Next we found ourselves in the Word arena for
Lloyd Cole. I recognised a tune but it was a little too
…dull for me and didn’t cause a commotion.
Our next stop was the comedy arena where we spend most of
the afternoon. We saw Shappi Khorsandi last year and she
hadn’t impressed so we weren’t expecting much but this year she had a new
routine and was a lot funnier. Next up
was Holly Walsh who didn’t seem very
confident and didn’t make me laugh much.
“Frisky and Manish” were a
big surprise doing musical send ups, much better. Then it was Russell Kane who has never impressed me much on TV but live was
both funny and clever, another nice surprise.
Kathrine Ryan was small and
Canadian if I remember rightly and there were a few moments where she could
have died a death on that stage. She
didn’t but only just. Josh Widdecombe followed, I can’t remember
much about him but I do remember him being pretty good. Then it was the comedian we’d been waiting
for, Mark Watson. Last year he’d been a surprise star for of
us, absolutely hilarious, topped only by Steven Hughes. I didn’t expect him to outdo last year but he
was very funny and came pretty close. He
and Russell Kane were the best comedians of the day for me.
At some point in the day I nervously braved the arena
toilets for a much needed dump. My fears
were unfounded, the toilets were very clean and remained that way throughout
the festival, the staff deserve medals.
There was one mishap however in the gents urinals, when a bloke slipped
on the floor and hit his head against the piss filled plastic trough. I checked and he was OK but it couldn’t have
been nice.
Time for more music.
We went to the Word arena to catch the end of Dexy’s and thoroughly enjoyed it.
A few tunes from our youth played by good musicians with the singers
playing the parts of the characters in their songs. I thought they milked “Come on Eileen” a bit
and by Christ Kevin Rowland looks old but all in all a really good show. NB. “I came on Eileen” was one of the best
Tee shirt slogans of the weekend. Lana Del Ray came to Latitude on the back
of a few hits and a pretty good album which is sitting on my shelf. She’s a fine looking lady with a very good
voice and writes good songs.
Unfortunately her performance was unprofessional, her band lacked oomph
and she has very little stage presence.
I’d expected a lot from LDR but this was possibly the most disappointing
performance of the weekend.
Energy was sagging so we had delicious curried goat and
magic beans then went wandering in search of music that suited our mood. Bon
Iver on the Obelisk didn’t, sounded dangerously close to country music to
me. At some point in the evening the
Word tent emptied while the lovely lady and I were in the toilets. We lost each other for a time amongst a sea
of people but normal service was soon resumed.
This was probably after White
Lies in the Word who were much better than Bon Iver but still didn’t hit
the spot. Shortly after they finished Moshi Moshi DJ’s started up, playing
some great tunes that got us dancing amongst a crowd that was mostly half our
age…at least. After a while we went in
search of doughnuts and shortly afterwards it started pissing it down. There was lively music in the Lavish Lounge
but the Wolf was cancelled due to the weather.
We wound up in the I arena where DJ’s Heatwave ?were playing Dancehall music and we
danced…and danced…and danced. The killer
tune was ‘Out of Space’. A wild night
finished with us crashing out, thoroughly knackered at about 0330, still
buzzing too much for sleep. Brilliant.
Saturday is a blur as we were struck down by the ailment
known as “Festival head”. We got up
around 1000 after no more than four hours sleep. I think it was dry at the time but there was
evidence of heavy rain having fallen at some point in the recent past. After the brew it was down to the village for
breakfast and then into the arena. Mud
management is very good at Latitude but at this point they were still fighting
a battle, one that they eventually won in most places. Phil Jupitas was on but the Comedy tent was
packed out so we gave it a miss. We
ended up at the Obelisk watching Sissy
& the Blisters who weren’t at all bad, lively rock & roll. Mick
Flannery followed and he succeeded in driving us from the arena.
We couldn’t find anything that really floated our boat so
chilled out around the benches, energy was flagging so it was a perfect time
for the sport of people watching.
Latitude is perceived as the “middle class festival” by the comedians at
least. Watching the audience it’s hard
to argue with that though. There are
lots of families who are well catered for at this festival and maybe at times
the music reflects this. The biggest
give away are the voices and accents, there are lots of “Ya Ya’s” in the crowd,
a big percentage is made up from the privileged few. For teenagers in Norfolk & Suffolk,
Latitude has become a rite of passage and there are thousands of kids
celebrating the end of exams. There is
fancy dress all around, every conceivable type of outfit from dinosaurs to
Elvis’s. Watching the ebb and flow of
humanity and ear wigging snatches of passing conversation is an entertaining
way to while away a little time.
Whatever the makeup of the crowd may be the vibe is always peaceful and
the atmosphere rarely hostile. Latitude
really is a lovely chilled out festival.
The showers came and went through the day but luckily the
heaviest rain fell in the afternoon while we were back in the tent crashed
out. We regained consciousness in the
early evening and ventured out again feeling refreshed. Before our sleep we’d left our phones at the
Vodafone stand for a free charge up, so we picked them up again on the way out.
Dinner was from “Hot wok”, noodles but
not very nice. Adnams Southwold Bitter
revived my taste buds once again. Around
this time we caught a little bit of David
Doherty in the comedy tent but didn’t hear enough to form an opinion.
We tried to watch Laura
Marling, of whom I’ve heard good things but that wailing vocal is not my
thing and the more I heard, the less I liked.
The lovely lady wasn’t getting it either so we moved on. At some point during the evening we saw a
band in the Word arena, I don’t remember when so I can’t find out who it was
but they were dancey trancey kind of stuff and were pretty good. We did see quite a bit of Elbow who had a big show, made a big
sound and seemed a bloody good band if you like that kind of thing, but I
don’t. I recognised a few tunes and
could appreciate the show, they are good at what they do slick and
professional. I almost wished I liked them so I could share the experience with
those that were loving it. It’s just not
my kind of music.
We wandered around some more and watching the laser show by
the bridge then found ourselves back at the Lavish lounge. Before the Wolf (more about him in a bit) was
a folk singer called Sam something or other.
We gave it a chance but hurried off before the end of the first
song. Horrible! We killed time wandering around in the woods
checking out the big art. Modern art, I
get it sometimes but mostly it’s just self-indulgent, pretentious shit as far
as I’m concerned. The Emperor’s new
clothes. Before long we were back at the
lounge and unfortunately the folkies were still at it. I found it all painful to my delicate ears,
all that wailing and misery but there were many people enjoying it. The last tune they played was a bit more
lively and the folkies were in raptures.
One guy with curly hair, a big beard and wearing a green Corduroy jacket
(I kid you not!) was jigging around in a state of absolute bliss. I considered
gouging my eyes out and stuffing them in my ears to block out the misery. But fair play to the folkies if that’s their
thing, one man’s meat is another man’s poison but I would gladly have eaten
that poison if it would stop me listening to that bilge. Our late night surprise last year had been
the Big Bad Wolf telling his dark
and nasty bedtime stories so we’d looked forward to renewing our
acquaintance. This year his act was a
little different and there wasn’t as much crowd interaction but still he made
us laugh though not as much as before.
It was worth enduring the folkies though and I’m sure we’ll pay him a
visit next year.
We decided against a late night so we could be well rested
for the final day. We made the muddy
trudge back up the hill and by this stage the elements were winning again. As
we made our way back for probably the only time all weekend, we became aware of
loads of pissed teenagers reeling around.
They were no bother just having fun and at that age I’d have probably been
worse so I did not envy their inevitable hangovers. The campsite toilets had plumbed new depths
of wretchedness and stench but were unavoidable. I would have needed a seriously turbulent
stomach to make me even think about taking a dump in there. Over the weekend almost all the staff we met
were great but the poor guy on nightshift at those toilets could be excused for
being miserable. The last few steps back to the tent seemed like miles. Brush teeth, crash, knackered, sleep.
Sunday began dry and bright, we had no idea what the weather
forecasters had foretold but things looked promising. We were well rested after a good kip so after
the morning brew we skipped the village and wandered down to the arena. Breakfast would have to wait because the
morning movement was imminent. The arena
toilets had been very good all weekend but there was always the sense of “Flushin’
Roulette” on opening the porta-loo door, what kind of animal had been in
before? Actually I should pity those
that followed me. Anyway with jobs done
we had a big, tasty breakfast burger to put fuel in the tank, oiled with
another cup of tea. Now comedy time.
We edged into the tent and caught the end of the “Early
morning edition” with Marcus Brigstock
& friends, not a bad start to the day.
After that there was a short pause which allowed us to wander around and
find a good position towards the back of the tent. At first I didn’t know what to make of the
silly rock star send up by Nick Helm
& the Helmets, Spinal tap 3? But
he’ a great, self-effacing character and by the end I was laughing along. I’d seen Abandoman
last year so knew what to expect, very funny improvised rap music/comedy
performed by Irishmen. It was basically
the same act as last year so didn’t have quite the same effect. Next up was one of our ‘must see’ acts of the
weekend, Reginald D. Hunter. He battled against a big sound coming from
the obelisk, said he wasn’t used to the daylight and seemed a little out of
sorts at times. However he pulled it off
and was damn funny, worth waiting for.
A quick toilet break followed. The day was still dry and bright and the
arenas had dried out beyond all expectations, the boots were hardly needed by
this stage. Back in the comedy arena for
Nathan Caton who was a new face to
us. He started slowly but soon got into
his stride and was good for more than a few laughs. Should we hang around for Rich Hall? In the end we did and it was an excellent
decision because he was brilliant. The
dry, dead pan familiar from TV panel shows works just as well in stand up and
he has a way of making ordinary words sound extra funny. That is if ‘shit’ and ‘prick’ can be
considered ordinary. Great show and the
comedy highlight of the weekend for me.
After that we had seen enough of the comedy tent so wandered
off into the still sunny open air. We
met up with some of the lovely ladies family for a catch up and a laugh then
bumped into some friends of the kids which was nice. We were eager for music so made our way to
the Obelisk arena for Simple Minds
who I’d liked for about five minutes in the eighties. The performance was dull and the music hadn’t
aged well, after a handful of songs we’d seen enough. More fuel provided by doughnuts and magic
beans. We sat on the benches for a while
and agreed what the weekend lacked thus far was a really great concert
performance that we could get caught up in.
Last year The Eels assaulted the Word arena with a brilliant set
featuring a huge guitar sound from top musicians. It was a truly great gig and something along
those lines would do us nicely thanks very much. More people watching, another good Tee shirt
slogan read “I’m not a gynaecologist but
I’ll have a look”. Time for more
music, we saw a bit of Bats for Lashes
which started off pretty good but got a bit samey a few songs in and by this
stage of the festival I’d heard enough wailing vocals ta very much.
One of the bands we had pencilled in this weekend was The Levellers who were performing an
acoustic set at the outdoor arena. We
got there early and found a nice spot looking down on the stage. The lovely lady started to feel a bit iffy so
sat down on a log for a bit. The crowd
began to swell and a friendly dread came and shared the log. We got chatting about festivals and stuff but
he ranted on about the “Nazi’s” that
make big profits from organising festivals.
I countered that I was having a great time and it was all a means to an
end. Privately I could get where he was
coming from but if that’s how he felt, why was he here?. By the time the Lev’s came on stage the woods
were packed out, the lovely lady was still feeling rough and I could hardly see
the stage. The band sounded awesome
however, starting with ‘Beautiful day’ and playing some crackers like ‘Boatman’,
‘Carry me’ and ‘One way’. As good as
they sounded I still couldn’t see, the lovely lady was feeling better but
needed some space so we reluctantly left the woods and headed over to the
Obelisk arena for the main event of the day.
The light was fading fast as we weaved our way through the
crowds to a good vantage point, right of stage close to both bar and bogs. We didn’t have long to wait before Paul Weller hit the stage and began
ninety minutes of great tunes played by great musicians. I’ve always liked ‘The Jam’, bits of ‘Style
Council’ and a lot of the solo stuff but until this gig I didn’t realise what a
bloody good musician and songwriter Weller is.
We loved every minute, dancing slow and close together (‘you do
something to me’) or jigging about solo (most of the rest). Highlights included ‘Wild wood’, ‘Changing
man’, ‘Town called Malice’ and the encore of ‘Eton Rifles’. It made a nice change to actually get
emotionally involved in a gig on the main stage and Paul Weller really is a
fucking rock leg-end. A really good show
and without doubt the musical highlight of the weekend, exactly what we’d
wanted. We left the Obelisk arena on a
high, buzzing and in search of more music to dance the weekend away.
We found DJ’s on the lake stage (Vinyl vendettas I think) and danced along to rock and
indie music old and new for as long as our legs would hold us up. Midnight came and went, as time went by we
grew more and more tired so eventually gave in to the temptation of
doughnuts. We sat on a bench once more,
enjoying the music, watching the world go by and trying to hang on to the
festival vibe for as long as we could. With
a clear sky the temperature began to drop and it became colder. It was this as much as tiredness that made us
reluctantly leave the arena and take the slow walk back to the campsite. It was a melancholy walk as we really didn’t
want the festival to end but we had no choice but return along paths that had
become homely. The campsite toilets didn’t
smell too bad at all by this stage and another brilliant day ended with us
collapsing into bed around 0200.
All too soon it was Monday morning and we reluctantly
crawled out of bed for a morning brew and slowly began tidying up and packing
away. When it came to folding the tent
away there were spots of rain, typical! We didn’t want to return to the real world but
had enjoyed a great weekend so the post festival blues weren’t too bad.
We decided against hauling all our gear back to the car and
took the lazy option of a Festitaxi, we felt we’d earned it after a big weekend. There was a bit of a queue and so an hour
wait but we just couldn’t be arsed to yomp back. We were kept entertained by the antics of the
departing festival crowd. Bedraggled
groups of hungover teens trudged by along with equally dishevelled Ya yas. Near us in the queue were a middle aged and
very middle classed couple with a young daughter. They had been obliged to buy the ‘right on’
festival outfits. She wore a leopard
print jacket, heavy makeup topped with bottle blonde hair dying under a head
scarf. He loudly talked business into a
mobile phone whilst dressed in a trench coat and full Native American
head-dress. Also nearby were three old
biddies, easily in their sixties so fair play for staying the course for the
weekend. Two of the old gals seemed fine
but the third was loud, miserable and moaning about everything. She did not stop whinging from the moment she
appeared to the time we left and I considered throttling her. I was almost willing her to try and jump the
queue just so I could…
Our Festitaxi arrived and we were happy to be away with a
jolly young lady driving. Just a short
walk to the car and it was load up and drive away. It took a while to get out of the car park
then we were out into heavy traffic on the A12, back in the real world which is
a far more insane place than the fields of the last few days.