It took an hour and half to get to Finsbury Park and we arrived as a band called Hollyoaks started up. They sounded a bit like Strawpeople to me, and were quite popular.
Our picnic rug got christened with a little rain, but not enough to stop me exploring the stalls and such like. There were some very cool campaign areas, and it was good to see a huge Union presence. I bought one or two tokens that reflected my inner activist and was heading back to Lucy and some tofu salad when the heavens opened. Then they closed again. As quickly as that.
It had got a bit damp, but fortunately Lucy found beer, so we were warming up well when Jamelia took the stage. She's pretty cool for a RnB pop girlie, and made sure the crowd could boogie by covering other people's songs as well as her own recognisably catchy tunes.
Just as she was launching into the big hits it started to rain again. And this time, for good. Lightening, thunder, darkening sky - all very dramatic. What's a girl with no raincoat, no umbrella and no shoes to do but dance? Of course, my glasses fogged up, so I had to take them off and squint. Lucy thought I looked pretty wet and silly:
The North Londoners who surrounded us were well prepared. There is something very cool (and I suspect very English) about dancing and drinking under individual rainbow umbrellas at a summer festival.
The rain cleared fifteen minutes later, and it was best that Lucy and I stroll around - to get more beer, to dry off her jeans, and to check out the other stages. We found the African stage - but it was just someone's stereo. The Undergound stage had old skool jamaican hip hop - loud but average. The Mela stage had awesome bangra - so we learnt some moves and are now ready for the next Bollywood audition.
We wandered a bit more and bumped into a few people we knew, but we were really just too cold and wet to do much more - so thought it best to make towards the exit. I managed to avoid the Comedy Stage on the way out (phew!) and we got home by 6pm.
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