Electric Picnic. Setlist as it arrives.

Well lets wait outside the school gates and duff em up

We'd better take some monster munch then

LutonOrder wrote:

Ness Order wrote:

My god, great story!! I can see it now - Al trampling on everyone in sight and getting smaller Vikings in a headlock.

Bet he feels shit at this moment!! Hope he remembers the gig.

Me being "the smaller Viking"

Falling on top of him as he hit the deck with my head firmly under his arm.

During BLT

And he wondered this morning why he was covered in mud

You see!!! I knew it! :p

Ay up.

Just got back from Ireland after a cracking Electric Circus, well worth going for the full weekend.

Anyhow, have put the first of my pics up at:

http://jakesgigs.fotopic.net/

Let me know what you think

Gary Numan, PSBs, and Massive Attack pics to follow (if yer interested like.....).

Jake

Cheers Jake,good photies

Barney, the one toothed wonder?

Great pics!

Hadn't noticed that before! I actually thought he was looking a lot better than he did over this last year, especially in relation to the November gigs.......!

Have added a few more now.

And for anyone else who saw him at the Electric Picnic, is Gary Numan the seperated at birth twin of Zoolander..........?!

FCUKIN ELL - Hooky IS Pete Townsend!

Not one of my finer moments, going up to the Mixing Desk and demanding the setlist .... er, whilst the band were still actually playing!

I'll be having words with 'the lady at the controls' about this El Jarvo!

Was looking for you's all earlier, but located a free stash of Bud [don't ask] and it all goes a bit hazy after that. The 'oirish' were well up for it where i was located, i had a very enjoyable evening, jumping up and down with a 40 something year old bloke who was approaching 7 foot tall and singing our little heads off. I'm down for Wem-ber-lee [at least,depending on cash flow]so i'll try and say 'hello' then.

Great weekend and No were great. Well they seemed great as I really pissed when they came on

LutonOrder wrote:

El Jarvo wrote:

LutonOrder wrote: During BLT

I was still there for BLT!

Not one of my finer moments, going up to the Mixing Desk and demanding the setlist .... er, whilst the band were still actually playing!

Cheers to Cuana-D for getting me and Leggy home after Wolfram and JG had simply had enough of our shenanigans and fcut off back to Dublin without us! Hope your motor ain't too muddy after we'd been in there!

And cheers to the wedding party for, erm, supplying us with all their grub. Involuntarily.

And I bet Eimar regrets giving me her moby number.

Oh, and I do really have snaps of Liam 'blowing' Ian Curtis.

You'd gone away (to get more piss weak white wine )and you came back, announcing your reappearance by grabbing me round the head and launching us into the rows in front; who promptly parted like the Red Sea

Indeed, big and to Eimear and Conrad. See ya in Bournemouth :)

No problems lads - i'm surprised Al rememberd anything really he couldnt remember back 5 minutes on the night - I reckon he asked each question at least 8 times!

And AGAIN(!) Wolf & JG were persuaded to go on by us - in the hope that Wolfram could get a pint in at the hotel before they stopped serving - he'd been sober all day, the poor lad

Roll on Bournmouth now

BTW, I've downloaded the NO interview from before the gig from my phone - but cant upload to youtube (they only take up to 10 minute length, & its 28 mins!) Any great ideas where i could upload it so you can all have a listen to the wit-&-wisdom of NEWorder (picture quality is shite tho)

His Holiness, The Pope wrote: About 10 "CAH MON!" shouts in LWTUA. Hilarious. Who was responsible for all that?

I think I'm one of those guilty of singing the CAH MON's along:D Oh, that's brilliant, that was actually recorded?!

This was my very first NO concert, I'm still grinning from ear to ear, hehe.. (and those bruises from all the wild dancing are starting to fade, already )

Angel with a Catapult wrote:

Dave – I’ll join you as a party to GBH proceedings against Al if you like; although it would be attempted in my case: despite his best efforts at tripping me up and pushing me over, he didn’t quite succeed. Always one step ahead!

Good plan

I've got photographic evidence supporting our claims.

Is there a lawyer in the house ?

Johnny Giles wrote: Rough order of events....

Friday:

Meet up with Al and Bonzette for drinks in North London. Al and I contribute 4 mins to a 3 hour conversation. Stop at Al's gaff.

Saturday:

Arrive at airport 3 hours before flight. Check-in girl faints. Get to departures, see Graham Coxon wearing exactly the same gear he had on at Clapham Common last Sunday. Also see a lad who, about a year ago, bought my £12 Ladytron ticket for £92, on ebay. Decide to avoid. Catch delayed flight to Dublin. Collect hire car. Arrive at hotel. Can't work out out how to switch on TV. Realise I'm out of practice.

Steve drives me, Al and Dave Legge to Festival. Am the only person in the car with any CDs so make them listen to a selection of twee indie Swedish bands. Have 20 minute conversation with Steve and Dave about Lawrence from Felt/Denim. Al pretends to look interested. Establish that the band name 'Suede' wasn't inspired by 'Felt' or 'Denim' as Denim came along after Suede and Felt weren't much cop anyway.

Stop at only Cash Point we see in the 1 hour drive from Dublin to the Festival. Dave and myself have precisely 0 Euros between us. Cash point refuses to accept either Dave's or my bank cards. Now in even more debt to Al. ATR phones Al from the VIP bar, to request that we buy cans of cider for him. We don't.

Collect our passes and find a bar near the main stage. Al drinks small bottles of wine like they are pop. Al says "I've had 4 of these and I don't feel any different". Buys two more small bottles of wine. Al presents Gordie with an inflatable skeleton, called 'Ian' to give to ATR who's still in the VIP bar. Liam gives a passable impression of what he would be like with a blow up doll. Occasionally, people stop and ask about the skeleton. Liam reponds by kissing the skeleton. Using his tongue.

Bloc Party play and then ask everyone to enjoy 'Snooze Order'. Make mental note to smack Kele O, the public school twat if I see him at Dublin airport tomorrow. Move to the front and meet up with Angel *swoon*, CuanaD, Snoopy, Gerard and the two Motherwell lads - both totally cnuted. Liam is wearing a silly purple ladies hat. Some lad takes it off his head during the gig, then won't let him have hit back, for about 30 seconds. Liam looks like he's about to start crying. Lad gives him the hat back. Liam stands there with 1 hand on his head, clamping the hat in place for rest of the gig. Liam denounces the crowd as "crap".

Al now careering round the crowd. Out of control. Stumbling into people and shoving anyone within arms reach. Try to speak with Andy Liddle after the gig but Al interrupts every 3 seconds after Andy starts talking. Give up trying to persaude Al and Dave to return to the car. Wolfram and me spend AGES walking thru fields of campervans and parked cars. Eventually find our car and spend next 20 mins driving around fields in the middle of rural Ireland looking for two drunk lads from Luton. Fail. Around this time, Al sends suggestive text message to Angel. Dave phones to advise that CuanaD is giving them a lift back as they haven't a clue where the car is. Steve gets us back to the hotel in quick time.

Its now gone 1am. Hotel bar is shut. But can order drinks and sarnies in the lobby. Which we do. CuanaD safely deposits Dave and Al in the hotel lobby as we're waiting for the pints of Guiness they ordered by text. They are wasted. A Wedding reception is drawing to a close. About 20 guests are hanging around, with their 600 children. Al finds a plate of food in the lobby which someone has left. We demolish a tray of sarnies and sausages. Say goodnight to CuanaD and order another round of drinks. Woman comes over and asks us if anyone has seen the last tray of food from the Wedding buffet. We look as innocent as you can do with bread crumbs down your shirt and ketchup on your chin. Dave talks us out of a kicking. Woman invites us into the residents bar for a drink. We slope off to bed before it gets nasty.

Sunday:

Steve and Dave miss brekky cos instructions in the hotel room are wrong. Al and I discuss our breakfast for 10 minutes. Around this time, Al sends an apologetic text message to Angel. Angel wishes Al a hangover. She needn't have worried. Return car to car hire. Arrive at check-in before it's open. Check-in girl faints. See Pat Jennings in departures with exactly the same haircut he had in 1978. Al tells poor Pat Jennings joke (not to Pat Jennings). Realise I've lost my prescription sunnies.

Somewhere in the middle of all that NO play a gig.

That was even funnier than actually being there.

Johnny Giles wrote: Rough order of events....

Friday:

Meet up with Al and Bonzette for drinks in North London. Al and I contribute 4 mins to a 3 hour conversation. Stop at Al's gaff.

LOL, I've NEVER heard her breathe in :D

Johnny Giles wrote:

Steve drives me, Al and Dave Legge to Festival. Am the only person in the car with any CDs so make them listen to a selection of twee indie Swedish bands.

deleted rest as you obviously missed out someone.... what were the cd's? kent? the cardigans?

you sure denim came after suede mind?

Shug wrote:

Best story so far - Al was drinking bottles of wine which apparently tasted shit and weren't strong. He had 8 or 9 bottles and by the time of the gig he was falling all over the place.

wondered why he disappeared from the front....

mind you when you say bottles of wine, they were the one glass size the lightweight

your arse definitely ain't lightweight!

did you go see any other bands btw?

sfa? lol, that's about the 4th time i've "seen" them now, at least two of which were waiting for new order.

Johnny Giles wrote: Rough order of events....

Friday:

Meet up with Al and Bonzette for drinks in North London. Al and I contribute 4 mins to a 3 hour conversation. Stop at Al's gaff.

Saturday:

Arrive at airport 3 hours before flight. Check-in girl faints. Get to departures, see Graham Coxon wearing exactly the same gear he had on at Clapham Common last Sunday. Also see a lad who, about a year ago, bought my £12 Ladytron ticket for £92, on ebay. Decide to avoid. Catch delayed flight to Dublin. Collect hire car. Arrive at hotel. Can't work out out how to switch on TV. Realise I'm out of practice.

Steve drives me, Al and Dave Legge to Festival. Am the only person in the car with any CDs so make them listen to a selection of twee indie Swedish bands. Have 20 minute conversation with Steve and Dave about Lawrence from Felt/Denim. Al pretends to look interested. Establish that the band name 'Suede' wasn't inspired by 'Felt' or 'Denim' as Denim came along after Suede and Felt weren't much cop anyway.

Stop at only Cash Point we see in the 1 hour drive from Dublin to the Festival. Dave and myself have precisely 0 Euros between us. Cash point refuses to accept either Dave's or my bank cards. Now in even more debt to Al. ATR phones Al from the VIP bar, to request that we buy cans of cider for him. We don't.

Collect our passes and find a bar near the main stage. Al drinks small bottles of wine like they are pop. Al says "I've had 4 of these and I don't feel any different". Buys two more small bottles of wine. Al presents Gordie with an inflatable skeleton, called 'Ian' to give to ATR who's still in the VIP bar. Liam gives a passable impression of what he would be like with a blow up doll. Occasionally, people stop and ask about the skeleton. Liam reponds by kissing the skeleton. Using his tongue.

Bloc Party play and then ask everyone to enjoy 'Snooze Order'. Make mental note to smack Kele O, the public school twat if I see him at Dublin airport tomorrow. Move to the front and meet up with Angel *swoon*, CuanaD, Snoopy, Gerard and the two Motherwell lads - both totally cnuted. Liam is wearing a silly purple ladies hat. Some lad takes it off his head during the gig, then won't let him have hit back, for about 30 seconds. Liam looks like he's about to start crying. Lad gives him the hat back. Liam stands there with 1 hand on his head, clamping the hat in place for rest of the gig. Liam denounces the crowd as "crap".

Al now careering round the crowd. Out of control. Stumbling into people and shoving anyone within arms reach. Try to speak with Andy Liddle after the gig but Al interrupts every 3 seconds after Andy starts talking. Give up trying to persaude Al and Dave to return to the car. Wolfram and me spend AGES walking thru fields of campervans and parked cars. Eventually find our car and spend next 20 mins driving around fields in the middle of rural Ireland looking for two drunk lads from Luton. Fail. Around this time, Al sends suggestive text message to Angel. Dave phones to advise that CuanaD is giving them a lift back as they haven't a clue where the car is. Steve gets us back to the hotel in quick time.

Its now gone 1am. Hotel bar is shut. But can order drinks and sarnies in the lobby. Which we do. CuanaD safely deposits Dave and Al in the hotel lobby as we're waiting for the pints of Guiness they ordered by text. They are wasted. A Wedding reception is drawing to a close. About 20 guests are hanging around, with their 600 children. Al finds a plate of food in the lobby which someone has left. We demolish a tray of sarnies and sausages. Say goodnight to CuanaD and order another round of drinks. Woman comes over and asks us if anyone has seen the last tray of food from the Wedding buffet. We look as innocent as you can do with bread crumbs down your shirt and ketchup on your chin. Dave talks us out of a kicking. Woman invites us into the residents bar for a drink. We slope off to bed before it gets nasty.

Sunday:

Steve and Dave miss brekky cos instructions in the hotel room are wrong. Al and I discuss our breakfast for 10 minutes. Around this time, Al sends an apologetic text message to Angel. Angel wishes Al a hangover. She needn't have worried. Return car to car hire. Arrive at check-in before it's open. Check-in girl faints. See Pat Jennings in departures with exactly the same haircut he had in 1978. Al tells poor Pat Jennings joke (not to Pat Jennings). Realise I've lost my prescription sunnies.

Somewhere in the middle of all that NO play a gig.

Nice work, JG!

Were you really not able to find the others or were you actually trying to make a swift exit so as to not have to listen to “I can’t believe we’re still fcuking lost”, “I don’t remember seeing tents”, and “this definitely doesn’t look familiar” over and over and over and over and over ad nauseam....poor Cuana D got it in the neck instead while you lot were ensconced in your hotel swilling pints.

That was my 4th time seeing NO and easily the best. I've never seen them so intense, focused and tight. Barney's vocals were a hell of alot better than I've seen before. Fantastic!

You werent the emo kid who I abused, were you? If it was you, you looked pretty intense if it was.

flyjoy wrote: That was my 4th time seeing NO and easily the best. I've never seen them so intense, focused and tight. Barney's vocals were a hell of alot better than I've seen before. Fantastic!

If that was tight, I hate to think what your women are like!

bit different being there to listening to it on a poor quality radio broadcast timbo - atmosphere can easily cloud your judgement