T in the Park
Laura Lee at the TITP 2015 with rain droplets in her hair
After Glastonbury I ventured North of the border to T in the Park staying in the glamping area with the indomitable Laura Lee. Caught the East Coast Virgin train from London to Edinburgh, and then a Scot Rail to Stirling where Laura picked me up in her car for the onward travel to T in the Park. That trip must be one of the slowest in rail history. At least I saw the airport and the Edinburgh tram.
The Virgin trip was lovely, free food and free drink,and quick. The wine kept coming and coming, reckon I drank a bottle of Malbec. Virgin, you run a good service in first class at least. Not so the London Underground Union who had declared Thursday a day if pissing off travelers with a pretty unjustified claim. Never seen so many people hauling luggage through the streets of London on my fast walk from Marylebone.
T in the Park 2015 was in the grounds of Strathallan Castle, Perthshire. We arrived by more luck than judgement, signage to the Residence was wrong, as where the printed instructions, pointing us in the opposite direction to where we should be going.
The tent was lovely, came with double bed, chairs, table and bedside tables. Fully carpeted, towels and toiletries; settled we went to seek food and drink. The campsite had its own bar, restaurant and chill area. For the females there was a makeup area and hair dryers.
The Residence is also the nearest campsite to the arena, with its own entry and exit, making coming and going quick and easy. Speaking with some Welsh lasses at Waverley station, they said the walk from their campsite was long and tedious. They also mentioned that on the Sunday night there were so many fires, they feared for their safety at times. They are thinking of the Residence for next year.
There alas was rain most days, not hard and not incessant, enough though to get you wet. Sunday was dry and the sun shone a bit. There was mud, not quite the Glastonbury consistency or depth, enough in the car parks to cause chaos on Saturday night.
Bands seen at TITP
Sam Smith at TITP 2015
On the Friday we saw Hozier, Afro Jack, Sam Smith and Kasabian. Afro Jack was a good discovery, black dance. I shall be listening to them again. Laura loved the vocals and audience participation of Sam Smith. I loved Kasabian and was right down at the front. Yeah in the most pit. I am sure I am on TV, so shall search for myself on iPlayer.
Kasabian light show at TITP
Count down to Kasabian at TITP 2015
Saturday I started off with Seasick Steve playing his Southern USA music. Steve-O! the chant went out. He went down very well with the crowd. I was there at the front, no moshing this time just chilled dancing.
Seasick Steve at TITP 2015
Jessie-J followed on, a hit with the females of the audience and many of the men,dressed to seduce. Then on the BBC stage was Enter Shikari and then The Vaccines. I had missed Enter Shikari twice at Glastonbury during the same 2015 festival. This Metal/Electronica band from Hertfordshire is well worth listening to. Definitely left wing politics led. Vaccines another rock band to listen to. Had something to eat, and then on my own checked out a minor band called Ded Rabbit in the T-Break stage. Rekon there can’t have been 80 watching. The security was a bit over the top, stopping consensual sitting on shoulders. Doing no harm in an empty venue, what the fuck. Next day in the VIP area some TITP punter recognised me from being in the audience of Ded Rabbit ( I wasn’t sitting on shoulders or providing the shoulders). How weird is that? Actually I also confronted a man in the bar at the campsite. I had seen him in the arena watching some show. Turns out he wants to put on a festival near to Newcatle and call it the Wall. We shall see what happens. After Ded Rabbit I watched Avicii from a distance. DJ EDM music with spectacular visuals, but not entirely my thing, probably not in the mood. Amazing to see the almost seamless visual projection with the DJ perched in the middle of the screen.
So on to the Sunday music. We started quite late with Paloma Faith, strutting herself around the stage. I had to rush off to lost property after that session, and got back in time to see most of a superb Stereophonics session. They sang their heart out as well as me. All the anthems and songs from the 90’s. It was a beautiful set. I sang myself hoarse to their lyrics, as did the rest of the crowd, so much so it was hard to hear the band on occasions. Quickly on to The Prodigy and Fire Starter, Slap up my Bitch, yeah a great end to a superb festival.
It did end early, before 11 and all the bars shut up, well except those in VIP and on our campsite. Antiquated licensing laws?
There are bands I wish I had seen, like the Electronica band headlining the King Tutz stage on Sunday. As I write this, I am listening to their music, Above and Beyond. Great, go and stream it today.
I don’t normally do rides, but Laura Lee had me on the most scary death defying rides, climaxing with the reverse bungy. Wow I screamed like a whimp. Very enjoyable, thanks Laura.
Laura Lee at the TITP 2015 with a Minion
The downside of T in the Park. I have not been to a festival where there have been so much overindulgence of alcohol and other substances, requiring a constant stream of First Aiders and stretchers to wheel people off the site. There was a death, a bottling and numerous unhappy day trippers on Saturday who took hours to get out of the car park, stuck bogged down in the mud. The number of flying (plastic) bottles and beer containers hurled into the crowd. I was hit on the head by full bottles of soft drinks. Why do people do this? Am I getting old, or are they thoughtless plonkers. I heard several complaints by younger girls about the rain of beer (fluids?) and people, not just men, invading their space with unsolicited approaches including kissing.
I hate the beer, its really only Tennant’s Lager, where the fuck is the real ale. Leeds, Reading can do real ale (and Glastonbury, though it’s not suitable festival for a comparison), why can’t the Scots in their premier festival provide some real ale. They have some good beers to sell, and ales now have a new following amongst some of the youngsters, it’s not just old timers like me.
The VIP area is a reasonable concept, but totally ruined by overselling it, such that the loos there become filthy, blocked and disgusting. Not the place to go to powder your nose and update the make up. Patriarchy ruled with huge queues of women. This even caused me issues with wait for it, women in the men’s loos, I wondered what the loud noise of chatting was in our normally quiet men only loos.
The event ended, we left in a car with barely a teaspoon of fuel, firing on Gasoline fumes. Going ever and ever away from the nearest fuel stations. Stopped on the A9 and dashed across the dual carriageway with a fuel can to fill up from the station on the other carriageway. Impressed that Laura has a spare fuel can, though empty!
Will I be back let’s see, I burnt lots of Brownie points with the wife to attend this show. I got to earn quite a few credits before I can come back. Reading the papers, there seem also to be several politicians who want to see the end of the show. A big Fuck You to them!
For those who follow the licentious side of this blog, yes Laura and I fucked in the morning, early morning wakeup calls, and in the evening for passionate sex. And as an aside I did pop into the Blair Street Sauna on the way home and was lucky to encounter Daisy for a short get together after several years apart. Another old timer, Betty was also there.