Camp bestival

Much too much, much too young ? Why Camp Bestival was perfect, except for the hangover

I’m still getting over Camp Bestival. Partly it’s because Tom’s brother-in-law and their two small children turned up from Australia the day after we got back, mitigating our ability to sleep past 6.00am. Partly, it’s because I spent Sunday getting well and truly mullered, and then had to pack a massive tent, stick it on…

Go set a fucking watchman

I’m not going to pretend I’ve ever had any real run-ins with the police. As a young-ish looking white middle-class woman from Kent, my encounters with the police started with Brownies and ended with watching some poor kid get arrested at Lovebox when the dogs sniffed his stash. I’m as hardcore as a cabbage patch…

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Too old, too young: why Lovebox might have passed its sell by date, and Citadel failed to find its feet with families

As part of a summer of nonstop activities marking our first where both kids have been a) old enough to do grownup-ish stuff without being a megahassle and b) we have enough disposal income to splurge on fripperies, we spent this weekend taking advantage of having two festivals on our East London doorstep to have…