Latitude Laughs and Pixie Parties

If you are at University and are desperate to explore and meet new people but you can’t quite make your student loan and weekend wages stretch (lets face it it is almost impossible) then I cannot stress how amazing volunteering at festivals is. It mildly indulges the cravings of the travel bug whilst being low cost, incredibly fun and in the same country!

Recently I volunteered at the funkiest festival I have ever been too, Latitude, with Hotbox Events. My weekend consisted of drinking a bit too much (as per), making new friends, listening to insane music and dressing up as a Pixie. Over the course of the weekend I completed three six hour shifts in the woods arena and faraway forest dressed as a Pixie. Our shifts of getting glittered up, wearing tutus and refining our bubble blowing skills. Whilst it was all bubbles and laughs there were some more serious aspects of our role including watching out for fires, potentially helping lost children and ensuring there was no trouble. Fortunately, we had none of the latter. Our shift pattern was 9am until 3pm on Friday, 3pm until 9pm on Saturday and 9pm until 3am on Sunday.

Whilst we weren’t on shift we were able to explore and get drunk, basically just laugh and party (maybe sometimes a little to hard eh Molly;) ). I got to relive my Isle of Wight experience by seeing the likes of George Ezra and Sigrid again whilst adding to my live music resume with the likes of Big Moon, Pale Waves and Loyal Carner. We had arguably the best shift spot being in the arenas as we got to listen to all of the DJ sets and groove whilst attempting to be super heros (we wish!). However, I did miss my absolute favourites the Magic Gang, but who needs to see them for the fifteenth time anyway *eye roll*.

Of course Latitude festival would not have been complete without the pink sheep, exhibitions in the forest and lake swimming. Although I am unable to say I actually swam in the lake, courtesy of a combination of working, seeing music and being slightly too hungover, I definitely wish I had. It was a weird and wonderful festival that was genuinely filled with people of all ages. I absoulutely loved watching in awe as glittery mums and dads had matching exotic festival outfits with their tiny tots that they hauled along in personalised festival carts.

There were a million different stages with a millon different genres of Acts for everyone to go and see. We would spend the daytime in the BBC Sounds stage, the evening by the Obelisk stage (main stage) and the night/early morning in the woods raving, singing and dancing to the DJs in the woods. We even broke Massaoke by singing to loud! There was comedy, poetry, music, drama and dance just to name a few with masses of huge names including Lena Dunham.

Although I volunteered with a friend from uni almost everyone we encountered were volunteering on their own. The idea of doing something like this on my own, without knowing anyone there is both terrifying and liberating. It is an experience I would definitely like to try, especially if everyone I met would be there too! There was a variety of ages from fresh out of schoolers to uni goers, parents and grandparents which enabled us to meet people from every walk of life.

Volunteering meant we had discounted food and I actually ate something more than just a burger all weekend (however that really wouldn’t have been too bad)! I branched out to chilli and chips and chicken and chorizo paella. We had our own staff toilets and showers meaning we were always able to go about our business without the worry of catching some form of disease from even just looking at the lock in the toilet and it was the first festival where I did not have to keep loo roll in my bumbag. I even showered and washed my hair everyday, basically making festival history!

Whilst I am undeniably glad to be back in my own bed and preparing to go on holiday tomorrow I cannot wait to get back to dancing in a muddy field with strangers at Reading. Camping and wellies will forever have a special place in my heart, even if the wellies didn’t make an appearance this time.

This is where you will find me until I am flush enough to get my butt to the other side of the world.

Lots of love,

Sophialafelle Xx

I have Isle of Wight Festival Blues :(

Last weekend I lost my Isle of Wight festival virginity and it is safe to say it was an experience I am eager to relive. Regardless of the endlessly moody sky and the perserevant rain everyone there, no matter how young or old, was determined to sing, dance and lets face it get drunk. Being a festival junkie I am excited to share my experience, all things from music legends, bugs in my tent and communal showers to old men peeing down my leg (hence the use of communal showers)! And yes, having an old mad pee down your leg is as bad as it sounds…

Last Wednesday, after spending all day in bed suffering with some form of germ that ensured I was full of snot, had a chesty cough, watery eyes and was endlessly sweaty, I got on the train at 16.43 pm heading towards Southampton in preparation for my Ferry on Thursday to the Isle of Wight. It was the most tedious journey I have ever been on, feeling like it took a total of 70 million hours. Bearing in mind I was incredibly excited and it was rush hour whilst travelling through London to Clapham Junction we were toppling left right and centre with our tortoiseshells on our backs. I was impatient with anticipation and even landed with a thud into an old mans lap with his walking stick between my legs! Luckily when we finally did arrive in the Isle of Wight on the Thursday we managed to put our tents up before the rain hammered down. We spent our first night there meeting our neighbours and dancing the night away in the electrolove tent that plays remixes of popular bangers old and new.

I would usually categorise my music taste as indie and rock and whilst this thirst was satisfied by acts such as DMA’s (whom I have been waiting to see since year 9), Noel Gallagher, Biffy Clyro, Miles Kane, Richard Ashcroft and Sundara Karma, it was almost impossible to suppress my inner pop princess (courtesy of listening to capital 24/7 at work) when Anne Marie came on stage. My excitement was incredibly out of character but I think I’m a secret fangirl!

Friday

The first act on Friday was the DMA’s playing the main stage at 4.30pm. Despite the Tornado that reportedly swept silently through the Isle of Wight on Thursday we dressed for the theme Summer of 69′ (regardless of the lack of Summer) and spent the morning eating sausage baps and starting to work through the 18 packs of quavers we hauled along with us, whilst drinking vodka and huddling under umbrellas with our new friends. Conveniently we were camping next to some sisters from Brighton and three girls from Southampton University who were all bubbly, extremely chatty and shared our love for flavoured vodka. I have been waiting to see the DMA’s forever so we ensured we fought our way to the front just in time to hear the 3 Aussies play, probably their slowest but, my favourite song ‘Delete’. They are incredibly reminiscent of Oasis especially with their aesthetic, soulful tunes and layering within their songs but I urge you to immediately check them out. They are one of those bands it is imperative you see at a small venue before they make it big time. We essentially stayed at the main stage all day apart from quick toilet breaks and enjoyed the likes of the unapologetic Lily Allen who although had a shakey start to her set threw some massive middle fingers to both crowd members and current politicians, the Courteeners and Mr Liam Gallagher himself. As always he was arrogant, moody and lets face it a man of very few words but there is nothing better that being at the barrier to hear Oasis classics like Wonderwall. The only thing that could have made this day better is if I didn’t feel the warm trickle of an old mans pee down my leg during said Oasis classic, the highlight of the evening was that when confronted by the lady next to me he just stood there chuckling, like I said being at the front has it’s perks!

Saturday

Saturday was filled with a contrast of popular music that infiltrates the charts and classics like Never gonna give you up (sung as if Rick Astley), there was something for everyone. Our day started with a surprisingly reserved set form Sundara Karma who mainly played tracks off their newer album. Then Anne Marie came on stage who’s positivity lifted spirits and truly got everyone dancing. We took a break from the Main stage missing Rick Astley and Bastille to go and top up on our alcohol to ensure we maintained our slightly fuzzy glow throughout George Ezra and Fat Boy Slim. I was pleasantly surprised by Fat Boy Slims set, it was a blur of colour that ethralled all kinds of ravers to non-stop dancing throughout the entire set. The vibrant screens with swirling images lit up the crowd whilst his classic DJing ensured everyone left with achey feet. By the end of his set we were addicted to dancing and continued our night in the Strongbow tent before retiring to our sleeping bags filled with bugs.

Sunday

Sunday was the day I was least bothered by which acts I saw. Of course I wanted to see Madness, Sigrid and Biffy Clyro but inbetween I was unphased by how I spent my time. Madness had retained their charm and gift of the gab chatting away inbetween songs and warmed the crowd by bringing on 3 children to end their set. They triumphantly celebrated their 40 years since appearing on Top of the Pops with Baggy Trousers and House of Fun. Richard Ashcroft, although not as engaging, bravely played 3/4 of his set on accoustic guitar. He played some emotional verve classics like Drugs don’t work, of which everyone in the crowd knew the words before being supported by a band . Then Biffy ‘fucking’ Clyro came on early, due to Jess Glynne failing to appear, and played a longer set lasting nearly 2 hours. They’re set was insane. In true rock ‘n’ roll style Simon came out with a bloody nose and battled through the set like a true soldier.

This is why, as you can probably guess, I have been feeling as grey as the sky looks. Regardless of my incessent moaning at the weather, it wasn’t as bad as I make it out I’m just whiney! It is finally Thursday and my cold is starting to go, the clouds are lifting and I am excited to see what my next festival holds. Latitude in two weeks. See you next year Isle of Wight!

Lots of love,

Sophialafelle Xx

Isle of Wight Preparation… Here we come!

By the time you will be reading this post I will be in the Isle of Wight setting up my tent in the freezing cold and sopping wet… or so I hope!

Three weeks ago, on a whim, we booked our tickets to the Isle of Wight festival. My first festival of ‘summer’ 2019 has got me bursting with excitement and I have spent the past three weeks, since we booked the tickets, internet shopping and collaging my outfits.

Later in the Summer I will be taking on Latitude and Reading volunteering with Hotbox Events. I thought I would show you the outfits I will be taking with me at the weekend and where I got them from. Stay tuned to my instagram to see these outfits in action!

There will be two staples in my outfits this weekend; leopard print silk scardf and patent black biker boots. Unfortunately, I do not trust myself to take my new sparkly Birkenstocks, especially since looking at the weather forecast to see rain, rain, rain and oh more rain!

Look 1:

Leopard Print Dress- H&M £8

Look 2:

Tie Dye Dress- Misguided £18

Look 3:

Daisy print cycling shorts- New Look WAS £8.99 NOW £4

Daisy Print matching Bandeau Crop Top- New Look £5.99

Look 4:

Multi Tie Dye O-Ring Crop Top- Pretty Little Thing £15

Lots of Love,

Sophia Xx