What sort of idiot flies from Vancouver on a Monday, arrives back in Chorley on Tuesday, attempts to “pack” on Wednesday but finds themselves falling asleep and not moving all day. Wakes up on Thursday, still feels like a zombie, says to their Mum, “I can’t go today…i’ll die…”, the “Way i tend to be” comes on the radio, “American idiot” plays on Kerrang! and within 3 hours is bombing it 230 miles down the M6 to Reading…?
The sort of idiot who’s looking like this on Friday:
|Rocking out to Frank with Nic and kathleen…awesome
fans from Australia! (Hardcore dude didn’t want me to
miss out on any of the set and gave me a piggy back the
full 45 minutes!
Here’s my review of Reading festival from my usual rolling perspective…as well as a few others thrown in!
|Sarah celebrating self
Don’t turn up at 9:35pm with a “white parking” permit. For some reason, i wasn’t given a “Disabled parking” permit and found myself 4 miles away on the completely wrong end of Reading. We made it back, got wristbanded up and found the parking was brilliant. Just like T in the park, right next to the campsite so there wasn’t too much of a roll to our pitch site. Being stubborn, tired and independent young females, we were pretty triumphant in carrying all our kit from the car to the site in one run…
It’s pretty huge! Arriving pretty late, in the dark meant that i didn’t really get to have a snoop and meet the campsite stewards straight away, but we made friends with our near by campers who helped us out! (We’d had enough of independent living for one day!) I’d heard that there’d been a crazy amount of applicants who had applied for Disabled tickets.There must have been between 50-100 disabled campers…maybe more! Watch out for guy ropes, they can be deadly for you, your chair and the poor people who’s tent you might accidentally pull down! The info tent appeared to be manned 24 hours with enough extension sockets to power a small village (and everyones’s phones!) as well as powered wheelchairs/motorised scooters! Fires were also allowed, which is pretty cool and a few people made use of this novelty. Jet lagged Miss May can only be bothered to be as outdoorsey as her stamina will let her…so we decided to pop into Reading itself, every morning (early afternoon!)and indulge in a healthy, balanced pub breakfast. As a whole, just like at any other festival, the campsite was chilled, less noisy and everyone was open to making friends, chatting and having fun. Great atmosphere and the stewards were awesome to chat to!
General campsite facilities
- Porta-loo accessible toilets: The usual, it’s a festival, no flush. Get on with it! Just because you’ve got a disability doesn’t mean you don’t have to experience what everyone else does! I survived!
- Porta-loo showers: Confession!!…I didn’t use them. They looked totally fine, but the weather had began to turn slightly autumnal, i have long, thick hair that takes about 4-6 hours to dry and i didn’t want to be shivering and getting ill. Other people seemed to be pretty satisfied with them!
- Water! Outdoor
- sinks were available, which were pretty darn handy!
|We won’t talk about/mention
how i got here..;)
I’m not sure if this is a reflection on my character, or attitude…but if someone in a wheelchair wanted to buy a beer from the bar, they’d have to roll on to this tiny piece of metal, then once they have their beer in hand…roll off again. It’s pretty impossible to not do this without spilling your drink. So you have to ask someone else to pass you your drink, 9 times out of 10 they ordered for me and paid…so i can’t really complain, can i?
|radio 1/nma stage platform entrance|
ATM’s were sort of accessible! I could actually reach them to type my pin in, but couldn’t really see the screen…
Great fun! Great festival! Great way to finish off my summer…watch out for a “top tips for disabled festival goers” with a few more hints, tips and experiences from other people with disabilities!