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Thursday, 18 August 2011

CAMBRIDGE ROCK FESTIVAL 2011




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2011
Now, when it comes to Festivals, it is very important to choose your pitch wisely!


Camping at Festivals

Camping at festivals is different
It’s not like when you’re on holiday
There are lots of things to consider
And maybe it’s better that way

You want to be near to the toilets
But the right distance is not easy to tell
You want to be close enough for night visits
But far enough away from the smell

If you are allowed to have a small fire
Of logs or a nice bar-b-q
You need space away from your tent
For too close really won’t do (Woooof)

Your neighbours are fairly important
It’s nice to be pitched next to the type
Who are happy to party in day-time
But are all nice and quiet at night

If showers and such are available
It’s good to be quite near them too
You can get clean and all freshened up
After you’ve been to the festival loo!

But one vital and prime consideration
Perhaps the most important by far
Is you must not be any great distance
From the wonderful festival Bar!

Thursday 4th August 2011
Kev picked me up at 12:30 and we set off to Langford to pack the caravan and festival gear into the Tonka Toy – Dianne made us a nice cuppa!










Chris arrived and with the van hitched up we set off to Cambridge, arriving on site in the middle of a torrential downpour we made camp and set about putting up the awning!











Awning Storming

We arived in the height of a gale
The wind was so fierce and strong
The rain beat down relentlessly
As we trundled our way along
Through muddy fields and rutted tracks
Until we found our special place
To park the cars and the caravan
With smiles upon our face

Not waiting for the storm to abate
We set about the task
Of constructing the awning
On the side of the van
Surely this storm wouldn’t last?
But the wind picked up
And the rain increased
To have waited would have surely been better


But time was passing all the while
So what if we got a bit wetter!
Now the object of a good groundsheet
Is to keep the inside of your tent nice and dry
Not so easy when it’s covered in wet mud
Or when the wind sends it sailing sky high!
And awnings that look oh so simple
When laid over a tubular frame
Can in fact be quite complicated
Requiring re-assembly again and again!


Eventually the legs and the roof parts
And the sides and the cross beams as well
Seemed to be all the right sizes together
There was only one way to tell
We stretched the awning right over the lot
And fixed it well to the sides of the van
If anyone can do this when stormbound
I think that we proved that we can!


And suddenly it all came together
The awning and groundsheet and ‘nest’
That’s the screened off bedroom inside
Where one of our party would rest
All was tied down neat and proper
Everything nicely pegged and secured
Tables and chairs in position
Not a thing overlooked or ignored

“We’ve done it” we cried “What a struggle”
“Stuff you” to the storm we did shout!
And of course the wind dropped right off
And the sun once again came on out
But where’s the fun in constructing
A campsite when all cosy and warm
It’s much more fun when against all the odds
You can do it during a storm!

Needless to say, after that was all done the sun came out and after a suitable snack on mini Cornish pasties and some beer from Chris and cider from me, Paul arrived and we set off, to the bar!

Thursday night was mainly tribute band night, we caught The Skynyrd Experience, Split Whiskers, The Pure Floyd Show, Ultimate Eagles and of course, The Hamsters but in between also managed to catch the amazing, Rebels of Rock on the introducing music stage & The Beautiful Sleazy & Alpha Road on stage 2.

During the night the caravan was visited by ‘Squirrels’ simulating the sound effects of a mega thunder storm, We know who you are and we shall have our revenge!

We also seemed to have gathered a plethora of Pauls for apart from Smiffy we also had:-













Paul V & Paul D




Friday 5th August 2011
Paul, ‘Smiffy’ roared away on his beast first thing in the morning.


Our Chris is a fantastic breakfast chef and we enjoyed the first of several excellent full English breakfasts before setting off to explore the festival site and the stalls, spending lots of money at the British Prog Society record stall (Amongst others).

We also found that we did not need to take any sort of revenge out on a certain person for the ‘Squirrel Incident’ as fate had played its own role!

Cake (Dedicated to you know who you are!)

If you’re ever at a festival
and someone offers you a cake
it’s probably wise to refuse it
unless it’s a well known make
like a supermarket’s own brand
or a Mr. Kippling too
but home made ones with added bits
can have some strange effects on you
your breathing may get faster
your heartbeat may go all erratic
you may feel like you are flying
even though you’re really static
you may feel you want to pass out
if you dare to close your eyes
but your pupils keep dilating
and much to your surprise
you cannot understand
you really cannot see
why you seem to have developed
such a strange allergy
and all the bands you wanted to catch
you have now gone and missed
so avoid the cake in the future
and just get nicely pissed.

I may have felt a somewhat like Andy from Little Britain’s Lou & Andy but in reality the wheelchair was a godsend!

Especially the deluxe executive version!

The Clan kicked off stage 2 with some stomping R & B then I went off to see Neoronspoiler on the main stage (For a while) we caught Also Eden and the excellent Morpheus Rising on stage 2.

Then it was off to see The Smokin’ Hogs on the main stage, after which I took a break to rest and came back for Heather Finlay, John Ottway & his Big Band and the excellent Eddie & the Hot Rods, somehow we also managed to fit in the manic Kyrbgrinder on stage 2.

Saturday 6th August 2011
After yet another fine English breakfast courtesy of Chris and vowing today to take it very easy on the beer, today was a real Main-stage day kicking off in terrific style with Cherry Lee Mewis, somehow Fender led us astray and we were well on the way (Quite merry in fact) by 1pm.

FENDER

Now Fender is a very special bear, and he takes Kevin everywhere
Motorcycle Rallies & Festivals, well Fender bear’s been to them all!


Now you could well be mistaken
And people often are
For thinking that old Fender bear
Is named after a guitar
But the story of his rescue
And subsequent adoption
Is by far a sadder tale
But Kevin had no option
Now Fender’s very proud
Although he does not gloat
He was saved from becoming
A fender on a boat!











Now even the caravan
Has become “Fender’s den”
He’s an eye for the ladies
But likes the company of men



He’s partial to a little smoke
He also likes to take a drink
What he and Hammy get up to sometimes
Would make a blind man blink!



Keep an eye on your bandanas
Don’t leave them lying anywhere
For it’s almost certain that they will
End up on Fender Bear!
Now Fender likes to rock out
To blues and metal too
You’ll find him in the mosh pit
If HE does not find you



For Fender likes to pose
For the camera he’s a model
Cherry, Chantel, Ebony Tower
He’s been pictured with them all
And if you’re very lucky
But only if you dare
You may get a picture of yourself
With the amazing Fender Bear!











The afternoon saw us, certainly me, catching, Ebony Tower, Stolen Earth, Swans in Flight, Panic Room, Chantel McGregor, Larry Miller and the Quireboys who also had Cherry guesting on one number, excellent.


The wonderful Ebony Tower



Chantel’s ‘Bunnies’

During a somewhat ‘merry’ late afternoon conversation and some wonderful comments and concepts from Chris and Kevin (After noting that we were actually not the eldest rock fans in the world), the following was ‘born’.

The Old Folk’s Home for Rockers

At the old folk’s home for rockers and freaks
You can stay for years or for just a few weeks
As long as you’ve been a rocker in your past
You can live with us for as long as you last!

Now to get in here you don’t need any qualification
We just give you a simple test of word association
Like, Judas…………………………………………………………………Priest
Or, Motor……………………………………………………………………Head
Maybe, Deep………………………………………………………………Purple
Or, The Grateful……………………………………………………….Dead


The loud music is on all night and all day
There’re guitars and drums for you to play
The drugs trolley always comes round at six
So there’s no need to miss your daily fix


Acid, speed, hash or coke
I tell you man this ain’t no joke
This really is the place to be
If you’re an old rock and roll retiree


Now in here food’s available throughout the day
You can eat in with mates or just take away
We’ve chips and burgers and some curries too
Or the alternative option, the vegetarian bean stew


The bar’s well stocked and what’s more it’s free
But if you don’t fancy alcohol you can try a herb tea
Settle back in a comfortable canvas camping chair
Drift off and just let the music take you there


There’s the annual outing to a great festival
We have a 52 seat coach to come take us all
It’s always great fun but here’s the crack
We only need a mini bus to take the survivors back


So if you think that you yourself do fit the bill
And you want to go on and on until
It’s time for that final great gig in the sky
Then come along, live with us, rock on ‘till you die.

Sunday 7th August 2011
Waking to yet another fine day and another splendid Chris breakfast offering the final day was well and truly kicked off with some stomping R & B from Sidewinder in stage 2 before another day primarily spent at the main stage with Final Conflict, Jebo, Crimes of Passion (While Chris & Kev rocked out to Ben Poole an amazing young blues guitarist), Credo, The John Young band, taking a meal break during Mr. So & So we were back for the absolutely mind blowing set from Mostly Autumn and then the awesome Caravan.

I also caught Tom Sutcliffe on the Introducing Music stage who was very good.

We did try to watch / listen to The Enid, we made ourselves sit through the first part of their set which in places was quite interesting, but, I’m sorry to say, I have never been a big Enid fan and only like very few selected pieces by them, for me they have progressed so far away from rock music but not 100% into classical (There is lots of classical music I love) that I have to admit, they bored me & the fellowship rigid so we wandered off (With what seemed like 100’s of other people) down to stage 2 to catch some of Mister Pink before retiring to the caravan to play some Caravan nice and loud and get that good feeling back.

All in all, a brilliant festival, great facilities, hot showers, clean toilets, food varied and not too pricey, great fun, great music, old friends met and new ones made (Jo, Tim & Sally, the other Jo, the Langford Crew, Willy, The Morpheus Rising guys, Keith, Sally Newhouse (The photographers), Fender the Bear…..Ah, sweet memories, not forgetting of course, playing, ‘Where’s Willy’!

Where’s Willy?










Has anyone seen Willy?
Oh where can Willy be?
Was he last seen with you?
Or was he seen with me?

You say you’ve not seen Willy
Don’t be such a dunce
Our Willy’s omnipresent
He’s everywhere at once


Getting photographed with Willy
Is really quite the rage
Either at the bar
Or outside the main stage


Now Willy likes his cider
And he’s got a magic bottle
It always seems to be half full
Even when he goes at it full throttle!


Every festival that ever was
And all still yet to be
Somehow wouldn’t seem complete
Without the presence of Willy


Now Willy says he’s Jesus
And that not a lot of people know
But who are we to doubt his word
And say it isn’t so?


‘cos Willy’s omnipresent
He’s everywhere at once
And if you say you’ve not seen Willy, well
You’re just a bunch of …… People who obviously haven’t yet had that pleasure!













Here’s Willy!

Monday 8th August 2011
Another fine day and time to pack everything up and go! No early English breakfast today as supplies had run out, however, we did stop at a nice little roadside café at Wimpole for a splendid Full English and big mug of tea, all too soon we were home and our festival was done. Ah well, until the next time.

Acknowledgements etc. Photographs courtesy of Kevin Blacket, Jo Hundy & Grant Meaby. All poems im this blog Copyright Grant Meaby August 2011.


Kev, Chantel & Fender

Kev, Dave (The wonderful Festival organiser), The Ebony Tower Girls & Fender


Sweet dreams one and all and cool runnings until the next time, from me & Fender!

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