So this year I went to Reading, my first festival ever. It was so in tents you guys. Tommy has a full review here, it was a pretty amazing long weekend.
Festivals can be educational — you can learn how to use a she-wee, for one. But there are a few things that I wish I had been warned about. Here’s my list of what to bring to a festival if you want to maintain your dignity, in alphabetical order.
- Air mattress – If you plan on actually sleeping, this really makes such a difference.
- Alcohol – If it’s in a glass container, put it into plastic bottles or in your mouth before you get there.
- Change of clothes – Because you will get wet. And not the sexy kind. A hoodie paired with leggings is a safe bet, as is anything that will still look slightly glamorous caked with mud.
- Ladythings – Surfing the crimson wave is a pretty godawful experience at a festival. Ditch the tampons for another option, because the bathroom facilities are way fonder of hand-sanitiser than they are of taps, so you probably haven’t washed your hands all day. Eww.
- Mirror – Take one small enough to fit in your bag and you’ll have one up on everybody else on the campsite.
- Munchies – It’s easier to take things that you don’t have to cook, because it’s a pain to wash up.
- Tent and sleeping bag – Duh.
- Torch – Those tent pegs can be sly buggers in the middle of the night.
- Wellies – If you think it won’t rain, it will.
- Wet wipes – It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a lady in possession of a festival ticket, must be in want of a shower.
The easiest thing is to take as little as possible and, where possible, make someone else carry your stuff. But lucky for me, I don’t have to worry about all this next time. I’m seeing the King of Carrot Flowers at Butlins.