I remain staggered that an event like Creamfields happens in Daresbury, 10 minutes drive time from my front door.
I did my usual again this year with a ticket for Sunday only as I’m fully aware that I couldn’t last for a Saturday stint and the come back the next day, when all I’m really interested in are some good tunes, a bit of a laugh and a few beers.
With the regular duo of me and Matt having our numbers supplemented – first by Jon and now also by Paul M – it’s a great middle of the Bank Holiday weekend day and night out.
Hadn’t planned to watch Tiesto again, but once we’d stood and listened to Hardwell we didn’t fancy moving away from that particular stage.
We love the outdoor atmosphere – especially on a warm night – and the headliner didn’t disappoint.
Just to add a little more excitement three of us walked much of the way home along the canal which, after a drink or two and in the pitch black, was interesting to say the least!
I never grin more at a gig than I do at Creamfields. I’ve maybe got one or two left in me and it would be nice to make it to double figures. Can I plead for Daft Punk next year and then call it quits?
See you down the front 