I didn't manage to get to the Reading Festival this year, due to lack of money. I still managed to hear some of the best bits, though, thanks to where I live: It's a valley about a mile and a half north of the site, and when the wind's in the right direction, the sound from the main stage bounces up from side to side. On a good night, you can individual whispers. The darkness sounded good, as did The Streets, but most memorable for me was staggering back from the pub at 11, listening to 50,000 people singing 'We Are The Champions'.
I am definitely going next year, come what may.
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