Thursday, August 28


A few weeks ago I woke up to a frantic phone call from my sister  saying that she urgently needed me to go with her to V Festival. Not one to be kept waiting, within twenty minutes I was on a train speeding towards Liverpool Street.

We hopped onto a packed train full of families and festival goers before arriving in Essex, ten minutes from V Fest.

Greeted by the sound George Ezra across the hill and the smell of Bulmers in the portaloos, we had finally arrived. After a mooch we found a hammock before moseying off to see a few acts.

All in all, not a bad way to lose my festival virginity!

Until next time,

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