Now normally we’d run to them there hills shrieking like a copulating fox mixed in with David Beckham’s undeniably mellifluous tones at the mere mention of a festival. You know, twisted scallies sucking tattooed ladies’ tits whilst being bummed by a joss-stick in a Lily Allen New Look special… and that’s before we get to the camping bit.
Oh but wait one jack-diddly-squat momento, pop-pickers… News reaches us via telecommunications that there is a fes-ti-val north of here – London’s glittering Liverpool-ish, to be more precise – where not only is camping a noo-noo, but camping’s a noo-noo!
It’d be the Knowsley Hall Music Festival – which is kind of one of those ’boutique’ festivals and, you know, j’adoring boutique-y things – and it’s got gazillions of fancy-pants bands in it.
Let’s look at the evidence:
The Idol Minds
The Black Velvets
The Orange Lights
The Icicle Works
*what a lot of definite articles, children!*
Oh and Joss Stone.
And Madness. And, like, Keane or something.
And if it’s all a bit much, you can go and stroke a giraffe in the nearby
world Merseyside-renowned safari park whatsit.
When, missus, when? 23-24 June.
More bumf, please. Oh okay, then.