A Year of Firsts

I’ve been in a blogging coma for almost a year. Apparently the first year of postgraduate studies, with a teaching assistantship, will do that to you. When I published my last post I was awaiting visa confirmation from the US embassy. This vital document has since allowed me to begin my journey as a public history graduate student at New Mexico State University in Las Cruces. My initial year in grad school has been fantastic, with many new people, experiences, and challenges. Describing it in one blog post would be rambly and way too long. But, I thought I’d focus on the range of “firsts” I’ve had so far, which I hope will offer a glimpse into my postgrad life in the past year.

First Exhibition 

In my first semester, I took the “Museums of North America” class. Here, my fellow students and I co-curated two exhibits for the Branigan Cultural Center, a small local museum. The exhibitions focused on the history of the Branigan Cultural Center and insight into the career of a local agriculturalist, Fabián García. The research, drafting, editing, and presentation of our materials was a huge learning curve. We had to compromise and collaborate, within our own working groups and with a partner institution. Which images or artifacts would we use? How would we make the narratives interesting? How would we display the information?

I applied for public history rather than a “traditional” history programme for exactly these kind of experiences. I wanted to see what it meant to be a scholar on the ground, and gain a glimpse into the careers available to trained, professional public historians. My studies at NMSU so far have already exposed me to the potential of museums, archives, education, preservation, local history, digital technology, social media and many more fascinating prospects. I can’t wait to explore them further.

First Lecture and Seminar

Evidently I have attended lectures and seminars during my undergraduate degree. However, my teaching assistantship entails several roles helping two professors in my department. I grade papers, help them fact-check footnotes in their upcoming publications (see below!), hand out evaluations etc.

Perhaps the most interesting tasks have been to cover seminars or lectures if the professor cannot lead them. I’ve worked with education before, in the Norwich Castle Museum, but undergraduates are a whole different kettle of fish. Facilitating discussion is a fine art. You have to give information without dictating interpretation. You have to ask questions without bewildering students, but also ensure that you aren’t extracting obvious/yes/no/one-word responses. Also, heading over to the lecture hall or seminar room 20 minutes early and fumbling around with any technology you need to use is absolutely vital. Looking like a tech neanderthal doesn’t exactly inspire confidence with other students, especially if you’re only a year or two older than them, or, on the flip side, decades younger than them (there are a lot of “nontraditional” students here at NMSU).

First Mention in a (soon to be) Published Book

As I said above, I helped one of my professors, Dr. Peter Kopp, fact-check and comb through the footnotes in his book on the history of hops in the Pacific NW. My efforts mean that I will be mentioned in the acknowledgements section at the start of the book, and I feel proud to have contributed to an academic text. Dr. Kopp also drafted his ex-graduate assistant, Derek, to help towards the end we had so much to do. It was an eye-opening experience with challenging moments, but also lots of discussions and lessons that really helped me grow as a student scholar.

The process showed me how invested you have to be when starting to write in a given field, and the massive volume of solid primary research that should underpin it. It also reiterated the value of organized notes/evidence! When the sources are easy to access, it makes life a hell of a lot easier. There were times when Dr Kopp’s office looked like a tornado had hit it, but I like to think that the confirmations, alterations, and additions the process added made the text better and more comprehensive overall.

First Handegg Game

And by that, my dear American readers, I mean American football. Which really doesn’t use a ball, or feet, at all. Grrr.

At UCSB I never had the chance to see the ol’ pigskin tossed around, because they didn’t have a team. However, NMSU does- the Aggies. They may be terrible, but I was glad and pleasantly surprised to see them win TWICE at the beginning of their season. At this stage, I enjoyed the spectacle but didn’t really understand what was going on. American football seemed so disjointed, stop-start. And the worst part for me was that a terrible play looked exactly the same as a highly successful one. Whether you gained 1 or 11 yards, I’m sorry, but it still looked like a glorified bundle where some helmeted-lump falls over or smashes into another helmeted-lump. As you can tell, my first American football games didn’t exactly remove my disdain for the sport.

Now, I realise my initial judgments were a tad harsh. I wanted to understand a major all-American sport and its associated culture better. Another grad student, who I became very good friends with, started inviting me to Cleveland Browns games. I decided that watching it on television in a sports bar with a pint or eight might make the learning curve less steep. Over time I began to appreciate the tactics and complexity of the plays that went on behind the game. I did feel bad for my buddy though. It appears that the Browns don’t win that often… Which he seemed despairingly resigned to.

Playing American football games on consoles was more helpful than watching it in the bar though. When you have the ability to control players, pick plays, and ask questions of people who know the game MUCH better than you, you learn faster.

Eventually, I even began actively looking at news coverage for that damn Deflategate scandal with Tom Brady. Comparing sports cheating to perhaps one of the worst presidential exploitations of power is absurd, but I actually cared that he wasn’t getting enough punishment and had such a crappy attitude to what he did. Which is a major advance from my early forays into the world of handegg.

First Trip to Mexico

I took my first two trips south of the border to Ciudad Juárez in the past few weeks. I went with good friends I’ve come to know in the past year. The first trip was more touristy. We went to the cathedral, wandered around the plaza, browsed the stalls and shops. The second trip was a night out clubbing. As some of you may be aware, Juárez has been in the limelight in the past few years as a major narcotrafficking hotspot, with very high associated levels of crime and violence. However, gains have been made in the city, and gradual recovery is in progress.

My trips to Mexico capture two important aspects to my first year living in Las Cruces. Firstly, the people I’ve met here have really made my experience. Hanging out and going on adventures with a group of people who share the same interests (be that history, craft beer, or the self-induced torture associated with being passionate sport fans) makes adapting to a new environment immeasurably easier and more enjoyable. Secondly, living in the borderland is a rich experience. I’m very lucky to be surrounded by so many diverse cultures and groups. Understanding and appreciating this, by listening and learning, have been an important part of living in Las Cruces.

First Car

I lived throughout most of this year without wheels. It sucked. Hard. The USA is most definitely a car culture.  Luckily, students and professors within my department were very understanding. They readily offered lifts if I needed them, say for groceries or the ride over to social events. However, a few weeks ago, one of my professors sorted out another vehicle, so his 1995 Toyota Corolla became available, at a very reasonable price. It blows cold air and gets good miles per gallon, which were the two highest priorities for me (because I’m a student scraping by and I live in the desert, respectively).

I have chosen to name him Blaine. For any Stephen King fans that have read The Dark Tower Series (my favourite series of all time), you may be familiar with the psychotic, pink, demon-possessed train of the same name. Well, my car was once red, but the desert sun has not been kind to his skin, so he’s now faded to a reddy-pink. I felt the name Blaine was fitting!

Still, the lack of transport during my first year here was a real issue, especially in Las Cruces. It has pretty awful public transport. To make matters worse, its spread out and a large city, even if it has a small city mentality. Now I have the freedom to get groceries as and when I need them, rather than trying to buy smart and make the supplies last 2/3 weeks so I didn’t bug my kind lift-givers. I don’t have to pay delivery fees if I have a Fifa night with the lads, because one of the best pizza joints in town is within a 5 minute drive ($6.50 for a medium pizza with two toppings, great sauce and base?!?!).

I know many people my age have had their own cars for years and this probably sounds like a very delayed revelation. But the independence and convenience of a car is great. Even balancing the financial responsibilities a useful experience, because you have to budget well and maintain a significant investment sitting in your drive. Blaine may be a banger, but he’s my banger.

Other Honourable Mentions

I have enjoyed some other firsts that I feel deserve a brief mention.

  • First 50 cent taco: You will judge all other purchases against these magnificent abominations, and contemplate them by their equivalent cost in tacos. “$5 for a Starbucks coffee.”… “Mate, that’s ten tacos…”
  • First Co-habitation with Cockroaches: Because the desert is why. Become friends with the maintenance staff, file the work order, and suck it up buttercup.
  • First Drink of $300 whiskey: When the generous “Dad” figure within your group of friends decides to graduate with a smooth and silky bang.
  • First TV Purchase: Not quite as monumental as Blaine, but its still pretty sweet to have bought my own television. This of course led to an Xbox One and many, many lost hours.

Recipes for a Fulfilling Summer

It’s been a while since my last blog post. As I have now begun the latter half of my last quarter at UCSB, I feel it’s time to get off my butt and do something about this heinous crime of neglect. I’ll admit, I have been having an absolutely terrific time at UCSB, and I have numerous mixed feelings about approaching the end of it.

I’m not sure I’m ready to write extensively on all of them (or any of them for that matter…). When I come to terms with it, I’ll be sure to relate them as well as I can. I think any of my readers who are from my home university, and are about to go on the year abroad as well; or are looking into education abroad in general from wherever, the end of your time abroad is an unavoidable prospect. An unpleasant, unavoidable prospect.

By no means should it hang over your head from the get-go, of course. Seizing the opportunities that arise, and creating opportunities for yourself, are far more important. This should not be forgotten when you embark upon a year abroad.

Instead, for the moment, I’d rather talk about how people generally understand that huge block of potential we call the Summer Holidays, back home in the UK. This is because it is something I am also contemplating at this time of the quarter. I don’t know how you all feel, but planning for Summer is a pain. There is always so much you could do, yet those holidays have a habit of just slipping right by you. It’s depressing, but I always feel I could make more of Summer.

Acknowledging that makes me want to rectify this situation for 2013. Therefore, here are two polar opposite ways of approaching the Summer holidays, in recipe form. There are many other recipes out there, and who knows, I may write others if these are successful. Both have their distinctive merits. However, it may well be the case that a fusion of the two would be highly satisfactory too. Bon appetit!

The Solidly Sensible Summer


  • A hunk of work experience and/or an internship
  • Lashings of reliable income
  • Stacks of savings
  • A couple of CV-enriching strings to your bows


  • Begin seeking employment or other beneficial work experience early, and leave applications to mature very early on, well-ahead of Summer.


  • Upon successfully garnering a relevant internship and/or employment, engage with said task enthusiastically and confidently, culminating in a rich, useful experience.
  • If possible, draw income from the sumptuous experience, and place said finances into a secure place, a bank perhaps.
  • Deftly draw the most beneficial of these experiences from the overall whole, and construct into CV-enriching points, ready to add to your future job applications at a later date.
  • Meanwhile, maintain the deposited funds as much as possible during the Summer. Ageing these will be of use to you in the future, when petrol costs keeps rising and you realise numerous other expenditures loom on the horizon: such as books for that final year of university, or your Xbox Live membership which needs renewing in September. Preparedness is next to awesomeness, don’t forget.

Cooking time:

Several hours per day. Generally, work experience and internships will weigh in heavily against your free time. For all of those early Friday mornings at the office, there’s a Student Night at Lola Lo’s on Thursday that may have to be foregone.

Entire cooking process may well take up the entire Summer.


Socially-speaking- Very low to Low at most times. However, bursts of high heat will be required to maintain your sanity, potentially.


The dedication and commitment required for this Summer recipe are not inconsiderable. Please do not undertake lightly. However, the end product is a highly rewarding dish, and should not be dismissed lightly.

Credit: http://www.commercekitchen.com/

The Socially Sizzling Summer


  • Dozens of social events
  • A pile of petrol receipts
  • Numerous nights of debauchery
  • A couple of festivals
  • A large amount of sand
  • A generous overdraft
  • Several television series to catch up on (NB: Brand or type is unimportant here, but this recipe would highly recommend Breaking Bad, The Wire, Homeland, or The Walking dead).
  • A handful of lazy days, filled with very little at all.


  • Before finishing your last term at university, ensure you have all the necessary people lined up to contact, as soon as that last exam finishes.
  • It may well be the case that this recipe will require a steady in-flow of cash to fund it. Select either enriched pre-existing savings, or a secure a summer job, to help fund your activities. When selecting the job, ideally it shall be flexible, well-paid, enjoyable, varied and require relatively few hours of work on weekends. IE no job that existed for a young student ever.


  • This recipe can largely be improvised, and quantities of the ingredients are usually dependent on the personal preferences of the Chef. Personal discretion is recommended here. This recipe tends to require minimal direction, and can quite often snowball delightfully of it’s own accord. 
  • During the cooking process maintain an open mind and schedule. Unexpected developments or social opportunities may arise at any given time.

Cooking Time:

Between 2-5 days per week, depending on the number of servings required. Depending on the size of said dishes, individual cooking times may vary. Here is a list of suggested cooking times for individual dishes:

  1. “A quiet one down the pub”: 2-4 hours, depending on how long you have to wait for that-one-friend to buy the rounds, who reliably never does.
  2. “Beach trip”: 4-7 hours, depending on several variables such as:
    – Temperature
    – Presence of rain (always a factor in any recipe for Summer in Britain)
    – Sunbathing tolerance
    – Supply of beers
    – Did you remember the frisbee?
  3. “Mildly-Disastrous Camping Trip to Washed-Out British Seaside Town”: 3 days to a week.


Do not neglect the Socially Sizzling Summer for too long at any one time. The Sizzle may well just… fizzle out. Input is required, and often you may need to seek outside input. Sous chefs and other friends should be wielded effectively to propagate a fertile environment for social events to proliferate.

While an enjoyable dish, the Socially Sizzling Summer may well be devoured very quickly. Moreover, negative repercussions of this dish have been know to include the following:

  • Significant debt
  • Hangovers
  • Sunburn
  • Lost possessions at festivals
  • Parental frustration
  • Loss of brain cells
  • Did I mention debt?

However, please bear in mind that this dish may well bear some delicious fruits as well, including:

  • Unforgettable experiences
  • Touching the hand of that singer as they jump down into the crowd in front of the main stage
  • Brilliantly perceptive and insightful conversations in takeaways at 4 am, which you may or may not be able to recapture
  • Rekindling your love for Pinkman
  • Enjoying a cold pint on a summer’s evening, next to the BBQ 

Credit: http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8155/7215313684_8608af2fc3_z.jpg

Latitude 2012

Before you read any further, I have a quick request- please open up a new tab and watch this video as you read this post. It’s a song called “Home” by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros. It’s one of my songs-of-the-festival, and what makes it even better is that I had NEVER HEARD OF THIS BAND BEFORE LATITUDE. I was persuaded to see it by two very keen friends, Lily and Anna. I turned up knowing literally nothing about them, what to expect, and they were fantastic. So, for me, this is going to become one of those tracks that whenever I hear it from now on, I will be whisked back to Henham Park, Southwold, and the Latitude Festival 2012. Which was amazing. I hope you enjoy the song, and can imagine the whole description a bit more readily with their gorgeous folky charm playing along in the background. I won’t do a journal-type entry.. it would take far too long. Instead, I want to try and give you a taster of the weekend.

Image courtesy of http://www.midaspr.co.uk/


As I mentioned in the last post, this past weekend was my first festival, and I was very excited to see what it was all about. I was going with a very close friend of mine, who I have known for very many years, called Fred.He had asked me to come along weeks ago, as a kind of wave off before I abandon him for sunny California. It was going to be his car, his tent and his company that I would benefit from over the weekend. Fred was meeting up with his girlfriend Lauren and three of their uni friends there as well. Moreover, a girl I have lived with for the first two years of uni, Lily, was there with her bestie Anna, who we would also share the festival with. I bumped into many more people besides, which is one of the good things about a local festival which can still pull in people you know at university because the line-up is so strong.

The festival actually began with shopping: Fred went and bought the tent on Thursday morning before picking me up. Typical of us in all honesty. We then had a bit of a fiasco gathering last minute purchases from Tescos and Argos-

  • baby wipes (SO glad these were included, they are invaluable during festivals),
  • chewing gum
  • the infamous “jizzy” doughnuts that Fred managed to smear all over himself within about 10 minutes of purchasing, covering himself in stains that would eventually look like… you get the picture
  • some cheap watches that we could use over the weekend if our phones ran out of battery

After gathering all these we belatedly left for Southwold. Before beginning properly, apologies in advance, but there will be very few, if any, of my own photographs of this weekend. I didn’t dare take my camera with such a bad weather forecast! Fortunately, Anna did take her SLR and captured some great snaps of the weekend, which will be dotted throughout this post. All credit is due to her for them though. Disclaimer done.

The buffoons Ben and Fred (Anna’s photo)

The considerably more photogenic Lily and Anna (Anna’s photo)


We parked up in an expansive field, and committed to doing only one trip with ALL our possessions and supplies. We had all our gear, a brand spanking new 6-man tent (yes, for two of us, we planned to live like Kings and it’s lucky we did, as will become apparent!), and a chair. My own personal booze stash included two crates of Budweiser (the lager of the Kings in my opinion, so fitting for the high hopes we’d invested in our palace-like tent) and a bottle of vodka. Heavy stuff for a 30-40 minute walk/shuffle to the campsite. We found a spot near some food vans, a water station, and toilets- very convenient. OR so it seemed…

The Night of the Living Rain

The first night was wet. VERY wet. We awoke to a river of mud outside our tent. We had set up at the edge of the block of tents, and the path to the toilets was right past our tent. We were not to know this when setting up, as it had been lush, green grass when we’d assembled the tent. It was fine, but we did suffer people tripping over our guy lines and stepping on the edges of the tent until the early hours as they fumbled their way to the toilet. However, waking up to a river of mud OUTSIDE your tent isn’t so bad… waking up to a pool of water INSIDE your tent is just plain horrendous… as poor Lily and Anna were to find out after the the Night of the Living Rain. So I awoke to a river of mud, and a very early text from the girls, asking to be rescued! Fred was good enough to take them into our tent-palace, so our little group doubled after one day!

The river that appeared outside our tent (Anna’s photo)

What became of the Tent from Hell, which flooded poor Lily and Anna: a diversion to stop muppets standing on our bloody tent (Anna’s photo)



  • Bon Iver

Magical performance, voice and atmosphere. Simple but effective stage set-up, moody lighting, and all round a brilliant show. ‘Skinny Love’ and ‘Flume’ were, of course, particularly good. Goosebump-inducing in fact.

  • Elbow

They played some absolute anthems, my favourite of which had to be ‘Grounds for Divorce’, followed by ‘One Day Like This’. They got the crowd to sing along and were very involved with the crowd, which was good to see. Their sound is well-suited to large arenas and festivals, and their performance was probably the second highest attended overall (Bon Iver being first I think).

  • Lana Del Rey

She blew my mind, as I knew she would. Excuse the brief descent into pure, unadulterated adoration, but she was nothing but gorgeous. In terms of voice AND appearance. She’s had a lot of criticism for being immobile on stage, particularly after her performance on Saturday Night Live. However, this was an ungrounded accusation based on her Latitude performance. Her music isn’t exactly “lets all jump up and down, dance around and mosh” anyway. But she did dance, in a sultry, sexy, very 50s kind of way, fitting for her music. She also got off the stage to get up close and personal with the crowd. At one point, as the stage was outside but covered by a circus-style tent, she lit up a cigarette and trailed it behind her in a graceful manner similar to Marilyn Monroe or Audrey Hepburn. It was a great performance because she captured such nostalgia and beauty in a relatively short set. ‘Video Games’, ‘Blue Jeans’ and ‘This is what makes us girls’ were excellent.

Lana’s performance that attracted criticisms. I just think she was nervous, bless her. Leave her alone.
  • Alabama Shakes

I’ve got a soft spot for most things Southern from the US, and Alabama Shakes are definitely one of them. Think Kings of Leon, with a very powerful (more comprehensible), soul/blues-influenced, female lead singer. Her energy and aggression were astonishing, verging on the psychotic. The Southern rock sound was lush, with fuzzy guitar distortion and blues riffs. A perfect festival sound. Standing there with my Budweiser, it was one of the best times of the weekend and the inner American studies student in me was loving it. “Hold on” was an absolute corker.

Pleasant surprises-

  • Lianne La Havas

I hadn’t heard any of her music before Latitude, but her voice was terrific. Her joy at playing in front of what was clearly her largest gig so far was plain to see. This really enhanced the performance as she was in that lovely stage of her career where she’s not yet become a massive name, and she’s still a bit overwhelmed by it all, or so it seemed from her performance.

  • Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros

As I mentioned in the Intro, these were one of the best parts of the weekend. The band has 10 members, and can loosely be described as a very folky, up-beat, indie rock band. They’re not Southern, but they sounded Southern-influenced to me. What made them so memorable was the manic, Jesus-like lead singer, who seemed off his face on something as soon as he came onto the stage. He was shaking all over the stage, climbing up on rails, dancing with us in the crowd (I looked into his eyes from about a foot away), and occasionally muttering something completely incomprehensible between songs. But another memorable aspect was his relationship to the secondary singer, whom he is actually in a relationship with. Her voice was also very strong. Their on-stage performance was overflowing with the emotion between them ,and the whole band seemed like a large group of very close friends performing together, rather than the slightly more formal performances of other, big-name bands like Elbow or Bon Iver.


  • Laura Marling

I had quite high hopes for Laura Marling, as many people had really praised her music, but I felt a bit let down. She didn’t really seem to make much effort, or appear to be that bothered. Moreover, whilst she definitely has a good voice, personally I’m not sure it was that memorable or unique. Particularly in comparison to Alabama Shakes, Bon Iver or Lianne La Havas.

  • Paul Weller

Bear in mind this man had been given the glory spot- last day, last performance, main stage. The moody, arrogant, obnoxious swine didn’t even say hello to the crowd as he came on stage, not deeming the communication worthy of one so legendary as himself. Additionally, he hardly spoke to the crowd in between songs. In my opinion, I think he’s got a serious ego problem, because in all honesty he’s just a teeny tiny bit irrelevant nowadays, truth be told. Finally, whilst he is definitely a tight musician, and his band were also good musicians, his own new stuff was incredibly generic and uninspiring. I think the festival could have done with a more fitting farewell, because Paul Weller did not do the rest of the talent that had preceded him justice AT ALL.


  • Phill Jupitus

A regular captain on the excellent “Never Mind the Buzzcocks” show, he was hilarious at Latitude. His show was largely based on being a 50 year old father, dealing with a 16 year old daughter bringing home her boyfriend for the first time. For a “sleep-over”… It was a very funny sketch, but I have to admit he did cut pretty close to the wire with some of the gags! I found them very funny, but I could see some younger families slowly, but determinedly edging out of the Comedy Tent. They had fair warning before the performance, so it was on their own heads really. He came across as brutally honest, stating himself that at 50, he no longer really gave a toss how he was received. This shouldn’t be mistaken for arrogance at all- I just think his philosophy was: “you guys have came to see me, I’m here to say what I’ve got to say, like it or lump it amigos”. Which I actually admired if I’m honest.

  • Doc Brown

Ex-rapper and comedian Doc Brown was also very funny. He was very clever in swapping smoothly between spoken comedy and raps. His ‘My Proppa Tea’ sketch/rant was excellent, even if I had caught it on Youtube before. Anyone who can rap about a cupper, and make it that funny, is a very gifted comedian.

Festival Living

I’m a bit wary at how long this post is becoming, but there was so much going on over the four days that I want to get as much of it off my chest as possible. Here are some factors to the four days which stick out in my mind:

  1. Toilets: nobody expects great things from festival toilets, I certainly didn’t. But actually, they were better (in a very loose sense of the word) than I expected. What made them better than my previous assumptions were basically that they actually flushed, and weren’t those horrendous portaloos which come with the risk of being tipped over, onto the door if you’re exceptionally unlucky.
  2. Showers: again, my expectations weren’t high, but they were warm and that’s all that mattered really. They were long metal stalls, and the initial image which popped into my head is probably the most fitting description of them: being disinfected during the Foot and Mouth epidemic that hit us a few years ago.
  3. Food: there was a real range of foods available at Latitude, which was brilliant. My favourite meal was a delicious pie with mash and gravy, proper stuff that was perfect for filling you up. Otherwise, the variety went from oysters and bowls of steamed mussels, through burritos and chilli con carne, all the way to chinese takeaway and the standard burger/hot dog and chips! The only slight downside was the price… you could expect to fork over £6-£9 per meal. I got around this by limiting myself to one decent evening meal per day, and sticking to Pringles and a tin of soup/spaghetti hoops and sausages for lunch, which I had brought myself.
  4. Alcohol: Again, this was very expensive, and the choice was nowhere near as ripe as with the food. The only two drinks I reluctantly paid for were Tuborg lager and Magners Cider. They cost about £4.40 for the pint… with an extra £3 deposit for the plastic glass! Over £7 for your initial pint was a bit steep. My advice would be to bring as much as you can yourself, and develop a way of smuggling stuff into the main arena. My smuggling technique of choice involved the causal anorak-round-the-waist with as many Buds as possible in the pockets/ tucked into the back of my shorts. Worked a charm for me!
  5. Zany: This was Fred’s most frequently used word over the four days, and it always came with mild to overt sarcasm and a smirk. But it is probably the best word for all the wackyness that emerged at the festival. I’m pretty sure I witnessed one guy wrapped up and sewn into a tapestry at one point, which had to be the height of zany over the weekend. But the fashion is exactly what you’d expect, if you’ve ever caught glimpses of Glastonbury highlights etc. I think it’s cool to see all the individuality and creativity though.
  6. Cleanliness: One thing which astounded me was just how good some people managed to look on the penultimate and last days. I felt I did alright for the weekend, and still felt relatively human at the end of it. This was despite the mud and single, mid-weekend shower (grim, but realistic guys- some people didn’t even bother with the one!) However, some people looked positively angelic during it all, and I’ll be damned if I know how they managed it! Maybe it’s because a large amount of people around us suffered the mud and lack of hygiene worse than others, making those weathering it well seem even cleaner, but still! Kudos to those who managed it, boys and girls alike! However, as far as photos go, I liked this one a lot, and think we did ok by the looks of it!

Anna, me and Lily (Anna’s photo)

So all in all, I had a fantastic time, and am very glad that I chose to attend Latitude 2012. I would even dare to say that I’d go again! The music, the people, the atmosphere and everything are all so enjoyable, I think everyone should at least try it once. Now I’m going to head off and wash my hiking boots for the fourth time… in two days!

Pre-Latitude Excitement!!

I am SO excited for this Thursday, when I will be heading across the border in into Suffolk (boo!) for this year’s Latitude Festival!

This will be my first festival, and I can’t wait to experience it. I can’t believe I’ve not been to one yet, but so many of my friends have raved about Latitude/ V Festival / Reading, I felt I had to try it out for myself. I’m going to get the stereotypical British part of this post out of the way now, complaining about the weather, but it does look set to be pretty awful for the four days. But that’s all part of it right!?! Sloshing around for four days, caked in mud, blood, and beer, eating more Pringles than you thought possible, and finishing the weekend looking like you’ve trekked the Andes rather than been to a festival! However, I’m going into it with a positive mental attitude: I enjoy camping, some very good friends of mine will be there, I’m sure I’ll meet more great people too, everybody is going to be just as grim and disgusting as everyone else by the end of it, and, of course, there’s a strong line-up.

These are the bands/artists I’m most excited about seeing (hopefully not too many will clash!):

  1. Bon Iver
  2. Elbow
  3. Lana Del Rey (just as a brief aside, I’m in love this woman, and may well propose to her this weekend, keep an eye on the coverage)
  4. Bat for Lashes
  5. Alabama Shakes (only just started listening to them, but I love the sound of stateside Southern rock)

But Latitude isn’t just about the music, no no. There’s also a comedy tent where numerous comedians perform, some of whom I’m also keen to see:

  1. Tim Minchin
  2. Jack Dee
  3. Greg Davies (Inbetweeners teacher, what a hero)
  4. Phill Jupitus

So all in all, I think this coming weekend is going to INCREDIBLE. There will be lots to talk about after it, so I’m sure I’ll give a post or two over to describing the Latitude antics next week!