Saturday Sonnet (8)

glasto tent

The Lawyer (back left in the deck chair) and friends with their Glasto tent. Twenty sleeping, standing room for 72.

The first outdoor music experience I had was, probably, something in the boy scouts. However, at university I recall seeing some bands somewhere – punk was just starting so I may have been spat at by the Clash, or had beer thrown over me by the Stranglers. Such joy!

Glastonbury has been going for years, of course, and there was a time, around the turn of the 60s into the 70s when things like the Isle of Wight festivals were the rage but by the end of the 70s I don’t really recall much enthusiasm – sweaty crap clubs in Hammersmith or Camden or Seven Sisters were the rage.

Maybe it changed with Live Aid, maybe it was already happening. But things moved outside and have stayed and grown outside. We go to Suffolk a lot and we stay within a stones thrown of Henham Park, home of the Latitude (or, because of its middle class reputation ‘Latte-tude’) Festival. It’s my sort of festival; not as huge as Glasto and with lovely mix of stages. It takes place this weekend and but for a Test Match (which naturally takes precedence) I would be there.

But it has its drawbacks, some of which I hope I captured in the following sonnet, which I offer for today. I apologise for the lack of comparators – I’ve been at the cricket for a couple of days and a little distracted!

Our gratitude to Latitude

We spent today at Latitude

In the sunny Suffolk heat. We bought

a programme for eight quid. Not being rude

it’s a rip-off really. But we’re the sort

who don’t complain at two pounds for a tea

or four quid for a sausage in a bap.

Because the biggest downer is how to pee

without gagging. And the idea of a crap

is the stuff of dreams. At least the promised rain

has held off. We slap on a factor sixty and check

the acts. Hanif K? Or the ballet? A pain

to choose so we don’t. We split and text

our choices across the lake. And ever after

this was the best, full of endless laughter.


About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published four books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars, Salisbury Square and Buster & Moo. In addition I have published three anthologies of short stories and a memoir of my mother. More will appear soon. I will try and continue to blog regularly at about whatever takes my fancy. I hope it does yours too. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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2 Responses to Saturday Sonnet (8)

  1. Charli Mills says:

    What a crazy tent! My outdoor concert experiences are all Irish Festivals–step dancing, fiddling and Flogging Molly. I got crushed in the mosh pit while losing my hearing to Flogging Molly and had bear sloshed over my head. I’m happy to listen to itunes while grilling outside! Enjoyed your sonnet!


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