O2 Behave

I'm referring of course to the o2 Wireless Festival that was on in London's Hyde Park this Saturday and yes it was a boozy affair, but you know that already. We were lucky enough to be attending this event VIP courtesy of my great mate Tash who works for Orange (and yet it's O2?) How queer? Well it's not really queer it was just a blag on her part courtesy of Kiss FM, but it sounded better, two business rivals, well it didn't cos I didn't even really write it that well (more Sauvignon please). Not only were we gifted free booze and food as VIP's, we were gifted fine weather as well, these factors alone are enough to redeem an otherwise so so day.

We've settled ourselves into a table near the bar, Tim and I discuss how we always feel like we shouldn't really be somewhere like this when we are and wonder who's lost out because of us, then we look around at the people here and realise most of them are probably blaggers too, so we relax.

As I'm eying up the talent I spot Channel 4's T4 stage, they're filming links and I spot Steve Jones, one of the presenters who a certain friend of mine fancies the pants off. Feeling unable to resist the photo opportunity and a pathetic chance to make my friend jealous via Picture Messaging, I approach him and ask for a photo,
"It's not for me" I tell him "I want to make my friend jealous he really fancies you!'
We both laugh and then he gently places his arms around my firm shoulders. He leans over and whispers in my ear,
"I wrap here in 10, can we go some place private?"
"Oh Steve!" I cry "For god sakes this is V-I-P, how private do you want it? Anyway I said my friend, not me, so unhand me you handsome brute"
As you can see the photo is proof positive all of the above paragraph actually happened. Fact. For the rest of the day I can't shake him so I disappear into the underworld.

Underworld were the first proper act we saw live and they were fantastic, they played for about 90 minutes and they looked like they were enjoying just as much as we were, it was a great visual show and musically amazing. Next up was Fatboy Slim, he was the headline act and as I had predicted before I got there, was not very good. My problem with him is that he always does the same DJ'ing tricks and plays his own samples over and over, I don't want that, I want what's now, what's happening, what's cool, scrub that cool, what are the kids saying these days? Rad, what is rad.

So I wonder around the festival in search of alternative stages only to find they have all closed already, it's 9pm, 9pm and there are no other choices, it's slim pickings when Fatboy's on stage it would seem. My friends are still enjoying it though so I wait for them. Whilst I'm waiting two of my brothers call to ask me if I've forgotten anything, what do they mean, brolly, poncho, parasol, salapets, bolt croppers? I think about it and decide 'No. No I haven't'. Turns out I have it's my big brothers 40th today, oopsie.

Finally I rejoin my friends and it's back to theirs for a chill out, not a bad night really. I spend 9 hours on the sofa on Sunday, it must have been a good day really.