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.
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| 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!) !!!
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