Friends Only.

Our third and final day at T in the Park began with a bittersweet feeling; we had an entire day of exciting music to get through, but at the same time we were all too aware of it ending soon. Only one more night of partying with our neighbours, one more night of snuggling into our sleeping bags, vainly hoping that the drunken men (and the ( Read more... )

Saturday at T in the Park introduced us to an element we would come to know very well over the course of the weekend: rain. From light rain in the early morning hours to almost torrential in the early afternoon, it rarely let up and constantly soaked us. I can safely say that I have never seen so much mud in my life, and coming from a born and bred ( Read more... )

As a regular gig goer throughout the years and an occasional day-festival attendee, I had thought that my first experience as a camper at this year’s T in the Park would be more of the same, just with added mud, booze and the dreaded portaloos. I was only half right.

What the festival lacked in hygiene and sunshine, it made up for in the sheer ( Read more... )