Where’s the Love (Box)
So for the 3rd year on the trot I went down to the event that Groove Armada put on in Victoria Park London - The Love Box
Keen viewers of the Eleventh will realise that we filmed a show form down there - a show that James dubbed “OJ’s great day out” which it was, thank you very much Bedders.
The great thing about the festival in year gone by was the fantastic atmosphere, the sense of Joviality (are they the same thing) the kookiness of what is a bit of a pointless festival in some ways - the place shuts at ten and the music isn’t terribly loud due to the middle class neighbors.
So this year going down the first thing that this blogger has a problem with was the queues…. you queue for everything, from drinks to the bogs. The place was heaving, to the point that there almost wasn’t sitting room - in a fucking park! to get into the bar we had to almost fight our way to the bar, and after 45 minutes of scuffling then you got a warm over priced drink.
Its was enough to drive me to drugs, but I bet there would have been a queue there as well….. seriously though don’t do drugs kids, although I hear smack is very moreish. And not in the North African sense.
So basically I was unimpressed by what they had to offer, I feel a year older, a year wiser yet a year sadder.
Although really cares what the hell I thinks we eh?
Lets rejoice in happier times…… This was the Joy of Last year’s Lovebox
