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bye gecko! /wireless festival

Meh. I'm currently reinstalling from disk. This has not been a happy computer for me. Next up (assuming that works -- when you start getting blue screen crashes in safe mode, it's time to start wondering if what you have is now just an overspecified, overpriced and frankly quite annoying potstand), downloading approximately a zillion windows updates, several or more of which might permanently rebollox things. Siiiiiiiiiiiggghhh.

Oh yes, and tenovertwelve might be a bit late this month, as I'll be reinstalling my entire itunes from some speedy backups... gneurgh.

On the bright side, though, Wireless Festival has been greatly improved by the departure of O2. There's still a mobile phone company involved, but they only have a camper van (rather than an entire quarter of the festival) reserved for their phone users only. There's also an UGG Fashion zone and catwalk (apologies to anyone whose brain just ran off screaming) which crucially contained a trailer selling -- oh yeah! Festival mojitos.

I should probably point out that it was a Bacardi mojito. Wireless is branded space. Adverts show on rotation on the big screens between acts. During Snoop Dogg a helicopter trailed an enormous banner advertising online poker over the crowd. The drinks options are drilled down down to a simple series of options, all of which have paid to be the only choice. As you enter, your hands are filled, but not with a programme -- for that you pay -- with advertising fliers.

For all that, it's a likable festival. Roll off the Oxford tube at Marble Arch, stumble into Hyde Park, through the barriers and that's most of the walking done of the day. From then on, it's just booze, sun and dance till an early curfew, then a wander back to Victoria, on the tube again and home. We danced to Autokratz, New Young Pony Club, Missy Elliott and LCD Soundsystem. We sat in the shade and read a good book* to 2manydjs. We listened absent mindedly to Example, The Big Pink and Pretty Lights. We helped a burly Australian fulfil his dream of having one person on his shoulders, and someone else on their shoulders.

For all the brilliant sunshine and awesome music, I couldn't help feeling a slight cloud, though. There was... I guess, a sort of nastiness about some of the crowd. Groups of snarly men in their twenties. The fight club demographic. I have a qualm. I worry that they think that the Condem victory, with its idiot attendant social freedom window dressing, has got them thinking that maybe we're finally going to get that real world, the Tory blogger heartland, where women and pinkos and lefties and ethnics stay in their low-paid, unminded, unimportant place and and no-one tells them to stop smoking or speeding or that no means no, and [rant redacted].

When you feel like that, Snoop Dogg really hits the spot. And then LCD Soundsystem to fully remind you that there is still good in the world, and mirrorballs and bacon sandwiches and pianos playing in luminous twilight.

Hmmm. This installation is really taking a long time...

Also, I could have sworn I saw Ms Gay UK from a few years back in the crowd. Did Commercial Festival 3 steal a little Pride?

*Well, I'm reading a good book - The Last Witchfinder by James Morrow. Tim's reading a Neal Asher compilation.


( 6 worms — Feed the birds )
5th Jul, 2010 09:04 (UTC)
I visited the less-commercial Cowley Road Carnival, which now confusingly takes place largely in South Park (so it took me a while to find everyone’s stalls). They had several music stages and all sorts of entz, including pony rides for little kids. And children in giant hamster balls rolling around.
5th Jul, 2010 12:42 (UTC)
offering children a choice between ponies and zorbs will surely convince them that the world is awesome but full of tough choices
5th Jul, 2010 09:53 (UTC)
That sounds like a peculiarly Australian dream. Also, The Last Witchfinder *is* good, innit? I can't remember why I picked it up now, and I don't think I've come across anyone else who's read it.
5th Jul, 2010 12:49 (UTC)
the last witchfinder
it's pretty damn gripping, especially considering that chunks of it are narrated by a difficult book. I'm not finished yet, tho, so no spoilers!

Truly, the australian's was an awesome dream. I'd never seen such person-carrying prowess outside a professional context. We surely drew down some beer bottle fire, though
21st Mar, 2012 12:35 (UTC)
What do YOU mean when you say Gneurgh?

We spell Gneurrgh with a double "r", and for us it is a laughter noise. So you can use it under similar circumstance to LOL, for instance...
"A Gneurrgh" is a Joke.
But, the verb, to Gneurrgh, is both to laugh, and to make a joke. so i often say to my dad:

"i was only Gneurrghing" -or- "You never Gneurrgh at my Gneurrghs"

The adjective "Gneurrgh", means "Funny". Thus: "That wasn't Gneurrgh"
We have no adverb for Gneurrgh, but are always open to suggestions.

When reacting to a Gneurrgh at your expense, you can appreciate someones wit, but retort with two consecutive, and irony laden Gneurrghs, which are thereby made sarcastic.

We hope we've been of assistance, and that you enjoy many happy years of appropriate Gneurrghs. :)

P.S. all written Gneurrghs have a capital Letter.
22nd Mar, 2012 08:09 (UTC)
the imprecision of onomatopoeiac terms
Ah, no -- my version of gneurgh (one r, no capital) is an exasperated tooth-grinding groan, like the noise made by a bored zombie (or someone waiting for a substantial windows update to complete)

I have to say, yours sounds more fun!
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