SUNDAY 23rd AUGUST
Being the last night, we were a bit down this afternoon - it was nearly all over! But we oh-so-happily got on our Orange Bikes (you can't even begin to imagine the satisfaction of overtaking all those cars in permanent FIB-induced gridlock and freewheeling up to the festival gates. Bliss.) with sandwiches in bags and cycled uphill again to get to the site in time for Madness. And we didn't get lost!
'This is just like being in my living room, we've just watched Eastenders and now I'm off to make a cup of tea!', claimed a slightly podgy but still endearingly good looking Suggs, and just before breaking into It Must Be Love, he shouted, ''This is one for you to stick on your fridge!''... Err, okay Suggs, we'll keep that in mind. With our festival-crowd-pleaser-judge hats on, we awarded 10 out of 10 to Madness for a well-rounded set - House Of Fun, One Step Beyond, Baggy Trousers and Spanish peeps' fave Our House- they were all there and generated a sea of smiles spreading out a big wave of love. Sigh. Okay, you can tell it's our last night here!
From Madness to We Are Scientists (I was very tempted by an "I Are Scientists" tee in the FIBshop but Lolita said I would never be able to wear it because I would constantly be explaining it to everyone and anyone). We stood next to some die-hard Scientists fans, two very cool skinny boys with trendy beards, neckties, tight trews and severely scuffed Converse who became our dancing partners for half an hour as we jiggled to the punk-rock indie vibes coming out of the Vodafone FIB Club tent, until we bade farewell to our pals and shimmied over to the Escenario Electronico for some coldcuts from Coldcut, but thought it was probably time we headed back to the Green Stage for another excellent set from Depeche Mode. And about time it was too - we had to elbow our way through the Depeche T-Shirt clad, heavily made-up with enough black kohl eyeliner to make the heaviest goths gasp in shock, raven-haired crowd, sticking together at the front of the field. Though not down the front of the stage - after yesterdays Pixies debacle, an extra area has been barriered off, big enough to prevent you, the average Fiber, smelling the sweat of your fave rocker from up close, and with exclusive entry for those wearing an Artist/VIP pass.
Dave Gahan was on great form, dressed in tight leather pants and matching waistcoat, with his smooth, bare, tattoed chest rippling underneath, it's not hard to see why he's still quite the heartthrob, and him and after Precious, Enjoy The Silence, and TIV favourite, Personal Jesus, we join in in song to wish Martin Gore a Happy Birthday to You, Happy Birthday to You... A rather moving moment!
As the fans are already in place for Placebo, we deem it impossible to get over the other side of the festival for a bit of Herbert Herbert and stay put on the press stand. Brian Molko is in such a good festie mood we even enjoy the songs we don't know, but Every Me Every You has to be our highlight, having us out of our seats and shouting along with the absolutely-packed Green Stage area - we would be in a good mood too if that turnout was all for us!
We love you, even though most of you fibers are probably really stinky by now after a week of minimal personal hygiene, see you en la playa!
L & A