If this is a romcom, kill the director
So, at the ripe age of 34, apparently I’m the granddad of the PR team. Or at least, that’s what they’d have me believe. However at times I almost do believe the hype. In previous years we’ve managed to go to a summer festival, usually the Big Chill, but this year, with my second child on the way, it was a bridge too far. A pity really as dancing in a field to Norman Jay on a Sunday following several days of happy sleepless nights is something I certainly miss.
However, what I’m only now coming to realise is that the BBC is doing a great job of filming the summer festivals, for us sad folk that can’t make it along for whatever reason. Not great coverage of the Big Chill sadly but Glastonbury, T in the Park and more recently Reading/Leeds have each been given a great showing.
So, Annie and I now compare and contrast tastes on bands. What I learned about my daughter through festival coverage last year is that a) she loves the Chemical Brothers and b) she hates the Kaiser Chiefs. This year, we are in agreement about the Wombats and Vampire Weekend both being amazing. She seems to take issue with my like of the Raconteurs, Jack White’s new band, sadly. Still, she’s young enough to acquire good taste yet….