Where we went:
Friday night saw Team Sugarscape pack up their festival essentials (read: dry shampoo and baby wipes), jump on a train at London Euston and head somewhere more Northern than Liam Gallagher's accent after too many fizzy waters. By which we mean Heaton Park - a half an hour coach ride from Manchester city centre, which sees Park Life festival set up home for two days in June.
Camping or glamping?
Er, neither actually - Parklife is only a day festival, which means errryone hops on a big bus from the site back to the city centre each evening, and back again the next morning. The buses were easier to catch than an STI in Magaluf and SO. WELL. ORGANISED. Kudos to Big Keith and his driving skills, because not only did we barely have to queue from the festival site or city centre to go each way, but the journey was made in no time. And we had seats. The DREAM.
Top 3 performances and why:
We're not choosing. Soz. Oh, we have to? Alright then:
- Sub focus - For bringing all the good tunes, dropping a Gorillaz track and making the crowd dance like no one was watching. (Probably because they were too busy watching Sub Focus, but you know).
- Eats Everything - we raved about them at Lost Village Festival and we're taking the plunge once more. In one word? Vibes.
- Shy FX. Top notch tracks, basically.
Weirdest thing we saw:
Right so we're gonna do real talk just for one second: the weather was crap. It rained consistently for hours (and we mean HOURS) on the Saturday, which means it was muddy af. Those who were embracing it? Mud sliding, puddle jumping and faces caked in dirt that would make your nan cry. Those who were hating on it? Head to toe wrapped in bin bags.
What we ate:
Oh the food was GLORIOUS. Over the course of the weekend, we consumed lots of chips, a halloumi wrap, mini donuts, a burger, more chips, hot chocolate and a cinnamon bun from Tesco on the way.
How were the toilets?
Well they were never gonna be the shiny white marble ones in the Ritz, but if you squinted a bit and avoided the wet wipe left on the seat? It was alright, yeah.
The absolute highlight was:
The moment of pure satisfaction when you managed to squeeze into one of the stages under the tent, strip off your dripping wet poncho and steal a bit of warmth from the dry people. That, and the chips.
Out of 10? 10. If you weren't wearing wellies, you were pretty screwed really - we're still trying to scrape the mud from our silver shiny sandals, off the back of our legs and the splatter on our jackets. Oh, and Park Life? If you find a mud drenched black (side note: probably brown by now) Adidas hat hidden amongst the puddles? It's ours.
Best thing to do between acts:
Parklife isn't the kind of festival with major things going on in between acts, but it's because the music is so God damn good it isn't necessary. We did a bit of chilling in the VIP bit, played a bit of bingo (don't ask), ate a lot of food and chilled on our ponchos on the big hill besides the main stage. Quite nice really.
Style guide: what looks were people rocking?
Right, have we mentioned it was raining yet? Because it was, which means style rules kind of went out the window because your priority changes from looking cool to stay dry. Or, er, ours did anyway - hence the bright yellow poncho, strawberry print umbrella and 5 coats wrapped around our waists. No comment.
How we felt at the end of it on a scale of 1 to broken:
A solid 8+, especially considering our fancy little iPhone app told us we walked TWENTY MILES on the Saturday alone and didn't stop dancing until the early hours. If that doesn't constitute broken, we don't know what does.
Would we go again?
Providing the weather was on our side, a big fat YES PLEASE. See you next year Parklife, you bundle of fun.
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