R1 Hackney Weekender

This last weekend saw my life being taken over by Radio 1's Hackney weekend. No, I wasn't privileged enough to get tickets to go to the show down in London, but it was certainly rubbed in my face from every angle. I put the radio on (obviously Radio 1) and all I heard were screaming, lucky crowds of people and when I turned the TV on there was live coverage all over BBC3. It was like I couldn't escape it, despite being hundreds of miles north, but secretly I was loving the bombardment.

Me and Eloise at BBCR1 Weekend Carlisle <3

Whilst enjoying every moment I heard or saw of the weekend, each second of it agitated me more and more because I wasn't there! I was VERY lucky to go last year when it came to Carlisle. Not because I got tickets. My friend's sister got two tickets and gave them to her and she chose to take me. It was one of the best days of my life...music, crowds, amazing atmospheres, cider, mile-long toilet queues and rain. But every little thing made it what it was. Frustratingly, we had to get back to Newcastle after the show and our only mode of transport was the train...which meant we missed the last (and headline) act... LADY freakin' GAGA. Yes. We missed Lady Gaga.

It's events like this which make me feel angry at my lack of attendance; so angry that I feel more determined than ever to succeed in what I want to do. Getting my own way and getting the job I want, I will be sat next to Greg James in Fearne's seat in a few years time (not because I'm getting rid of you Fearne Cotton, I love you).

RADIO 1 you better give me tickets next year, or employ me, or I swearrr I will give the security guards a back hander (sly money, not a smack!) !!!

Power through melody and tune

I've never been one to get emotional easily...not in terms of crying anyway! I'm always laughing or smiling, so I guess in that respect I am one hugely emotional person. But recently, I've become an emotional wreck and I'm not sure what to put it down to.

Through my life I've watched sad films, sad tv programmes, listened to upsetting songs and read heartbreaking things... but not once shed a single tear. Throughout the past few weeks I must have made up for the past (almost) 20 years of dry-eye and covered the next 20 whilst I was at it! Even the videos played through charity concerts, which are supposed to reduce us to tears so we donate money, have never affected me. Is it that I was cold hearted? Or, did I just not take it all in properly? I don't know.

Last week I was found sobbing at the last episode of One Tree Hill, despite the fact I didn't know what was going on because I had missed the previous 2 series, the week before that, I filled up watching the episode of TOWIE where they ran the London Marathon. And, last night I felt massively emotional watching the Jubilee song; the effort and work from Gary Barlow combined with the fact that all of these children and people had been brought over from poor and undeveloped countries to take part in such a huge event reduced me to tears. It wasn't that I felt happy for the Queen in her 60 year reign, but I felt overjoyed and overwhelmed that the event was bringing all of these people together.

However, it didn't take me long to realise that it's all down to music. No matter what race we are, religion we are or what language we speak in, music is something that we can all relate to. Music is about the only thing that's communicated the same way through every country and in every language; it gives the same message to whoever may be listening to it.

And it even comes back to TV programmes, or soaps, because if they want you to feel sad then they tell you to feel that emotion with the music that they play in the background.

Music communicates, controls and comforts us.