Truck Festival. Photograph by David Emery

The evening of the Tuesday before Truck, and my friend texts me, hardly completely out of the blue, but still, asking me if I’d like to buy his Truck ticket off him, because he’s run out money or wants to go to London that weekend instead or both or something, and I’m his last resort for actually getting something out of that £60 he’s blown on it. Well, I suppose since the opportunity came up, I may as well take him up on it. At £35 for the weekend, I reckon I got a good deal.

I’ve still yet to master that whole music journalist trick of getting guestlisted for everything, of course. But maybe if I did I’d lose my unique everyman perspective. Or something. Continue Reading