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21/08/2005: "V2005"
It all started on Friday when a colleague showed me a series of wedding pictures, one of these joke PPT files that go round people's mailing lists. The pictures showed people enjoying themselves at a wedding, dressed up the way they normally would. My colleague was giggling and pointed at the extra tight tank tops girls were wearing, showing their bulging tummy, and the guys' caps and oversized suits in unstylish colours, and the expression on their faces. She said they were chavs, not normal people. I didn't get it, because everybody in London looks like that, I thought.
Today, I was surrounded by the middle class and the chavs, going to see their favourite popular bands. I joined them to experience what is V Festival, and for the 10th edition, I got what I wanted. The highlight to me probably was Good Charlotte, although I'm not a fan, their performance was cool, as they were poking fun at the English, saying the word cheers at every occasion.
The Bacardi and Strongbow tents were neat, clubbing in wellies with a crowd of chavs. And on Sunday, Thirteen Senses (pic) came to bring genuine emotion to this otherwise lacklustre festival with their last song Thru The Glass.
