My first music festival was the long-gone but fondly remembered V Festival, in Chelmsford, Essex. It was 1997 and I was 16, with some decent GCSEs in the bag and big life decisions ahead of me. That summer, though, all I wanted to do was see bands, friends and ditch home for a bit. Glastonbury felt too big for us callow youths, so we looked instead at Phoenix, Reading and T in the Park, before winding up at V because, I think, it was just up the A12, close to where we lived — and Blur were on.
The weather was bland, often drizzly. My fake ID worked once. One night we stayed up until dawn with the people in the tent next to ours,
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