Festivals. All You Need is Love….. And Money

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In approximately 10 days time the greatest festival in the world, also known, as Glastonbury will take place. There will be much drinking, eating, listening, dancing, smoking and shouting at one another when trying to put up ones tent.Read More


Glastonbury stands as the kingpin of British festivals which by and large and seen as a hallmark of The Great British Summer. Indeed there seems that there’s nothing we all enjoy more than travelling to the countryside, listening to a good tune or fifteen whilst we roll around in mud, a bit like alcoholic musical pigs. 

However all this fun and laughter comes at a cost. A literal one. Because whichever way you look at it,  festivals cost an effing bomb. Take Reading and Leeds festivals for example. There was once a simpler time when a ticket would cost a mere £120. Although there wasn’t much to do after all the music had stopped, hence all the toilet smashing, you were still guaranteed to see three pretty top class acts for less than 50 quid each. Bargain. 

 Now the majority of  festivals are charging approximately 200 pounds for entry, not to mention, travel, costumes outfits, food , alcohol, cigarettes and don’t forget  all the money you’ll need to buy an extravagant headdress at four in the morning because you thought it would make you look absolutely fabulous.

For festivals like Bestival or Glastonbury, 200 bob ain’t too shabby. You can get down to Worthy farm on the Wednesday and leave on the Monday, whilst exploring a harem of wonders that make you feel like your on LSD, essentially making it a mini holiday. However when your paying that much for a smaller festival is it really worth it?  

I’m not trying to state that Glastonbury is the only festival worth going to. Each festival has it’s individual merits, and which ever one you choose, your likely to need about 18 hours sleep, a cure for a sore throat and a liver transplant. I’m just suggesting that at the extortionate amount that festivals charge to camp on their hallowed grounds one should proceed  with caution, not throw oneself at any festival that crosses ones  path like some of brazen hussy looking for a good time.

Joanna Bateson-Hill

Originating from Brixton, London, I study Theatre and Performance at University of Leeds. I love everything to do with film, theatre and most of all writing, with the occasional bit of swimming thrown in for good measure. I hope to write articles that make people laugh but also make them think. To me, writing is a fun, cheap and healthier form of therapy. I hope that people have as much fun reading my articles as I do writing them, which is a lot.

Website: brixton-rose.blogspot.co.uk/

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