Lancashire is really beautiful at 6am in the morning.
We came back about 5pm the next day, because obviously, Iain needed to watch the bloody Germany game. Well done Germany, by the way – I insisted on leaving at half time and you won anyway. Without Iain watching. Fancy that.
We ate some pies at the Scottish pie van, and Iain introduced me to the joys of the Macaroni Pie. This is genuine fusion cuisine at its finest. Scotland has a surprisingly large Italian population, and at some point some enterprising soul figured out that you could make pasta portable by putting it in a pie shell.
Somehow, and I blame a rather strict mother for this, I had missed out on the Macaroni Pie until now. It’s great. Then we wandered about and had a bit of a dance until we realised that there was a Prodigy cover band on the main stage. Jilted Generation are probably the world’s only Prodigy Tribute Act. I saw the real Prodigy last year, and hand on heart, had more fun at Jilted Generation. It might have been the smaller, more up for it crowd, or it might have been greater enthusiasm from the stage, but this is probably one of the best cover bands I’ve ever seen. Then Chew Lips cam on. Chew Lips are a band that we saw supporting Delphic at Wigan earlier in the years and they are brilliant. They deserve a much bigger crowd than the fifty odd people that were dancing about for them here, and much more air play. Watch out for them.
After that, I stood in an epic queue for Thai Noodles. One of the ladies in the Thai place had obviously been drinking nonstop, and it wasn’t as good as it could have been. The epic queue also meant that I was sitting eating for the first part of Dan le Sac vs Scroobious Pip. And I was cross about that, because they are utterly amazing. Very highly politicised, intelligent, British sort-of-hip-hop-more-or-less-but-over-a-dance-track. I knew a couple of their tracks, notably the genuinely fantastic “Thou Shalt Always Kill” (amazing, even as poetry – worth googling the lyrics!),but not that many. They are incredible live. Brilliant.
The whole day was lovely, actually. It was perfect weather – really sunny, but not insanely hot.
A fair amount of the day had been spent just kind of sitting in the sun near weird statues listening to music drifting out of tents.
Beat herder meeting point
We hung about listening to various bands with no idea who they are, and drinking a pint of nice real ale from the Bowland Brewery. There were nice bands with brass sections and rappers, and lots of very well controlled bonfires – they had found a way to set fire to the inside of logs so they burn from the inside out and heat the area gently. We had another bit of a dance, and were generally having too much fun to drink. This turned out to be just as well. We went to bed a little earlier than we should have, given that it was a dance festival, and at 2am the stages were all still in full swing. Iain looked over. “Do you want to go home and get some kip?”
So we drove home again.