V Festival V Good
- Aug 22, 2008
If ever there was an event awash with ropey media perceptions, surely it's the spiffy festival we call V.
Last weekend played host to my first ever V, arriving to Chelmsford expecting to dodge cartoon-sized hampers, happy-go-lucky families, tee-total teenagers, and a sickly plethora of pop, all thanks to an indie rag's festival guide.
However, within minutes of kicking off a tent-pitching session I discovered the V crowd were a leery, cheery, beery bunch not a million miles away from some of my beloved festival crowds.
From then on it was a sure-footed leap into the arena for a live line-up apropos of today's top notch music offerings. Next year's diary will undoubtedly have mid-August marked with a big, red, tick-shaped V.
The weekend's stories and encounters were appropriately caught on film, but the upcoming Reading Festival throws a proverbial spanner in the editorial works. In the meantime nurse the painful wait with this video postcard, which also delineates my V discoveries.
Do check back soon for more of this sort of thing.
