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I lie in my bed with a sore head. That wasn’t supposed to rhyme but is that really such a crime? If it does…. I have had three hours sleep and I am adamant that I am going to have a quiet weekend. Adamant I tell thee. Although the self induced pain in my head is proof that my weekend is definitely not going to be quiet.

There’s a bang on the door.. ‘Get up Becki..! Get Loaded in the Park is on!!!’ Sharon bursts into my room.. ‘Come on’ she’s screaming ‘I have to see Beardy Man..! I love him…’

I look at the guy sitting on my bed (all very innocent honest…house party.. old school friends.. visiting…). Sharon picks up my hair dryer and starts blow drying her hair. I can’t quite believe it. My mouth is agape. Is this the reason why I’m single? My friends that don’t quite know the art of subtlety and just burst into my room. I mean.. I could have been doing anything. Like reading for instance. (Becki Burrows is reading ‘Beyond Ugly’ by Constance Briscoe although she doesn’t know if she will finish it as it’s depressing her a little and she’s thinking of jacking it all in for a brand new read).

‘I will get ready at exactly 11.47’ I reply. Hint hint nudge nudge. … At 11.46 I am bored of annoying her, especially as she hasn’t even noticed and is still standing in my room blow drying her hair. Myself and my friend have watched her blow drying her hair for a pain staking five minutes. I look at him as he is staring at my friend in what looks like a cross between shock and amusement. I can’t bear the pain of this anymore so get out of bed.

2 hours later Sharon and I are at Clapham Common and I’m sitting opposite Josh Hartnett backstage at Get Loaded in the Park. I have just witnessed a blag that was truly mouth opening. And I just want to say.. it was nothing to do with me. I was going to lay low and sleep and organise my life. But no there I am.. wishing that Sharon hadn’t rushed me out of the house as I am now sitting opposite a Hollywood film actor in whatever I could find that looked clean from my cupboard. Shit. Good job there’s also a free bar then.

I stand next to some Shoreditch dude at the free bar. You know… he’s the sort of guy that wears those hats. I have always been a Camden girl but now I live in Dalston and am starting to shed my Camden skin… I start talking to the guy. He is not very reciprocative. ‘Good weekend?’ I push.. ‘I’ve been on acid for three days’ he responds.. ‘Oh right..’ I reply.. ‘have the butterflies gone yet?’ .. ‘nearly…’ he smirks back at me and we start laughing. So there you go.. there is a lesson in this blog and it is to do with judgement: It’s not that some people don’t want to talk to you.. it’s sometimes just the case that they actually just can’t.

The tent is packed out for Soulwax.. its 2.30 in the afternoon, and I feel like I’ve only just got out of bed. In fact I really don’t understand why festivals put on sets like this so early on! I like Soulwax very much.. but to be honest.. I like to work my way up to dancing. I am not an energizer bunny. Although looking about there were quite a few of those around disguised as humans.…

I move on to see The Hives.. I honestly can’t believe how awesome this band are.. The band is led by Pelle Almqvist and my god… he is one of the best frontmen I have ever seen. There are bands good for your stereo and there are bands that are good live. And there are bands that are good live and on CD. This is one of those bands… pure pure talent..

After the festival we then went on to experience the club Punk in Oxford St.. it was alright. There’s quite a bit of hype about this place.. and yes. It’s a nice place… I’d go back.. but then we erm did get chucked out actually.. for playing hide and seek with some people… using punters as places to hide. Honestly.. what idiots.