Or so I thought. Seeing the line up for Wireless 2014, I thought it was about time I dipped my toe back into the muddy festival water to see whether my fear of them had changed- and it unequivocally had.
I had always thought you needed to be blind drunk or off your head on ecstasy to enjoy festivals, but I went to Wireless stone cold sober (due to drinking the night before... oops.) I found myself loving the atmosphere the crowds and the music despite being on water all day long, and threw myself into the festival experience.
The crowds no longer seemed scary and dangerous, but were now new friends and dancing partners, new people to share the music with and sing along to the songs with.
The unhygienic facilities were something to laugh at rather than shudder at, and weren't even too awful- perhaps the bad reputation of festival toilets have forced the management to up their game.
The overpriced food was well worth it- my £7 wrap was not only absolutely essential after a long day of dancing and shouting, but was well and truly stuffed to the brim- I couldn't even finish it.
Above all, the lack of sleep was something I actually wanted. As Wireless is only a day festival, we caught the train back after Kanye West's (YES- I SAW KANYE). However, I found myself wanting to go back to a muddy tent and carry on dancing with my friends, to have the day all over again tomorrow.
So it appears I am paving the way to being cured of my festival phobia. To test my resolve even further, I am planning on returning to Reading Festival this August for a whole weekend, where I will hopefully be revelling in all the festival grunge and grime.
Wish me luck- by the end of summer, I hope to turn my phobia into an addiction.
I wore:
Sunglasses- H&M
Dungarees- Urban Outfitters
Bag- Topshop
Headband- Topshop
IGGGGGGGY
