Nice one, geezer

Yesterday I went to Field Day. This is as much of a surprise to me as it may be to you, considering I’d only heard of about three bands playing and had plans to spend my Saturday watching Jeeves and Wooster and planning my holiday wardrobe.

I was given a freebie press pass by a friend who didn’t need it – and as every single person I know was going, I figured it would be churlish not to join in the fun. Identity theft accomplished (I had to practice saying my new name about one hundred times until it sounded natural), I headed backstage to see what free shit I could score. Not much evidently, although they did have ace toilets, a bar with no queue, and good food. I also spotted one celebrity, and proceeded to make my friends guess who it was with the traditional game of 20 Questions:

Frankie: Is it a man?
Me: Yes
Frankie: Is he an actor?
Me: Sort of
Frankie: Do people like him?
Me: No
Frankie: Is it Matthew Horne?
Me: YES

Anyway, a lovely time was had by all and the weather was amazing. At the beginning of the week when Andy was trying to get me to go, one of his bargaining tools was, “There’ll be loads of things you can Hipstomatic,” I was mildly offended by his suggestion, but well, whaddya know, there were lots of things to Hipstomatic.

A token whimsical photo of a fairground ride – but look at the sky!! – and a tug of war. TUG. OF. WAR. Have you ever stopped to think what a great metal band name that would be?

I love this new jacket thing from River Island. I got street style photographed several times, and they all asked about the jacket. Don’t know why I look quite so angry, considering I’m in the nicest backstage toilets I’ve ever graced. As ever, click pictures for big versions, it’s totes worth it if I do say so myself.