Hurrah I've finally reached the last couple of days of Reading Festival 2012 and let me tell you this - it was good one.
We woke up super early on Sunday because yet again we had to queue at the NME tent for Baltimore's
All Time Low. After seeing them live several times we met guitarist Jack Barakat and drummer Rian Dawson back in freezing days that January had to offer us but now we wanted to grab this opportunity to meet vocalist Alex Gaskarth and bassist Zack Merrick. We waited outside the main arena for a good hour and then walked to the queue. I say walked because a good 50 or so people ran but it really was too early to be dealing with that. We recognised a few faces from the Paramore queue and they happened to recognise us as being the last girls let through so we were met with a few glares, it's always nice. Needless to say we didn't make any friends in this queue.
Apparently whilst we had been living in a separate world from everyone else All Time Low had released a new song
'For Baltimore' which we were lucky enough to hear pulsing from one girls' phone. Compared to the
Paramore fan base the people we were surrounded by were unfortunately very annoying. There was a group of 20-somethings who confessed they had nothing better to do, a girl who was queueing merely because she had been turned away for
Paramore and
The Vaccines and worst of all a group of 6 pre-teens who really had no clue who All Time Low actually were. One of these girls happened to hear the song
'Lost In Stereo' on the radio and decided Alex was hot and so she had to meet them but she didn't want to queue alone so all 5 of her friends went in too. She also claimed that Lost In Stereo was an old song and they had to Google the names of the other members and pronounced Rian's name like Reean.
I wanted to kill them. Not because they were bugging me but because that meant that at least 6 people who were die-hard fans desperate to meet them now wouldn't.
Anyway, rant over. We only had to wait for 3 hours this time before the queue started moving and in we went. A flicker of recognition passed over Jack's face when we saw him, Rian and Alex told me they loved my hair (It had been a topic of conversation all weekend) and quiet Zack was most definitely high. They're probably one of the most lovely bands out there - when they aren't making dick jokes that is.
After we finally met all of the ATL guys we headed for the main stage to wait for their set and heard
The Gaslight Anthem in the process. When All Time Low came on I knew this was going to good. Bouncing around as always and not letting anyone down musically their set was awesome and my day was made when they played a cover of
Blink 182's 'Dammit'.
They were the last band I really wanted to see for the weekend so we spent the rest of the time wondering around and in the NME tent which we had decided early on was just a really nice place to be. At some point we went back to the tent and thinking we would just be sitting around for the rest of the night I put all my layers on as it was getting cold. But no. I was dragged into the crowd for
Two Door Cinema Club and this was the closest I think i've ever come to death. We hadn't had much to eat or drink due to lack of money and I was overheating like mad. The only reason I was still on my feet was because of just how many people were there - I couldn't have fallen if I tried. Until that is the entire crowd fell down. Now, previous to this a bunch of guys had decided they couldn't make it to the loo and simply unbuttoned there and then and peed all down our legs. A rational me would have been angry but I was delirious and full of vodka so I didn't really care. So when I fell and I just could not get up, for a variety of reasons mostly to do with the fact I really did not feel good, and Meg was yelling at me to get up and I was about to be squished and the guy who peed on me pulled me up I was really grateful and for a while we made friends with them. I don't think there are many people in the world who can say they made friends with the person who peed on them but i'm one of them. The short of it is
Two Door were excellent and great fun and never would anyone expect their fans to be quite as violently enthusiastic.
Once this spectacle was over we did what we do best and sat down on the outskirts of the tent. Later in the night
Justice the NME headliner came on and i'm almost ashamed to admit I loved it. I'm really not a huge Dubstep fan but when you're drunk and in an atmosphere like Reading it really is the best thing ever. An adorable security guard was dancing by himself at the back and I wanted to marry him but instead I settled for telling him he had the best dance moves ever and then hi-fived him. Meg also got a sneaky video.
Sadly, it was all over. We went back to tent sad as ever that we had to go home. Our hair had become one clump of dreads, we hadn't showered in 5 days and food and drink were things of the past but the thought of going back to Devon and college was torture. The atmosphere on Monday morning was one of total despair and nostalgia for only the day before and the shuttle bus was almost silent. We were at the train station by 9:15 so we an extremely painful wait for our train which wasn't until 1:35. People all around us were buying food and drink and we'd had nothing for almost 24 hours unless you count the vodka but we definitely don't. We plugged ourselves in to my ipod and blasted
Yellowcard's 'Here I Am Alive' - the theme tune to the greatest weekend of our lives.
If there is anyone out there with a time machine let me know. I'm willing to either go back in time to Reading or forward to Reading 2013 - i'm not fussy.