A London weekend festival, Lovebox has been described as "an annual love letter to the Capital" and I couldn't agree more. As usual it took part in Victoria Park, delivering its eclectic mix of musical genres. This year's headliners included Hercules and Love Affair, Nas, Maverick Sabre, Banks, MIA and Bonobo.
It's not that I don't like music. I like music, loads. All different kinds of music. It's not even that I don't like camping. I have voluntarily, repeatedly, slept in a field without a tent in February with the Army Reserve. Festival camping is veritable luxury compared to that. You don't have to poo in a bush. You don't have to eat cold yellow soup of an indeterminate flavour out of a foil bag.
Yet as the festival was reborn in 2014 there was an air of optimism that hung over the event. An atmosphere of genuine friendliness and camaraderie permeated all corners of the festival site and it was all down to a line up made to please that did exactly what it said on the tin.
Set in a magical ancient walled town of Massa Martana in sunny Umbria, the inaugural Umbria Rock festival is set to be a weekend to remember, and I am thrilled to have been asked to work with them to help make the first year a big success.
We all know she's had plastic surgery, wears wigs, and has spent a fortune on her looks, as she so often quotes 'it takes a lot of money to look this cheap!'... The next thing you'll know, there will be a degree course in how to build a brand the Dolly Parton way.
When I first went to Glastonbury I was 22: it was the year I graduated from uni; there was a heatwave; I saw Stevie Wonder, Muse, Florence and the Machine; and I hadn't quite realised how shit the job market was going to be. In short: I had the time of my life. But this year, plagued with ever-increasing overdraft - a trip to Glasto costs between £600-700 - I made the regrettable decision to give it a miss. (Note to self: don't do that again.)
It's Glastonbury weekend, and I spot one of those online quizzes: What Sort of Festival-Goer Are You? The sort who doesn't go to Festivals, I think, as I turn on the TV. It's Wimbledon fortnight too, which, here in Northern Ireland, means the end of the school year, with children, teenagers and exhausted teachers rejoicing or collapsing in a heap.
Before a foot had trodden on the hallowed Donington turf, many an armchair promoter and naysayer wailed at the 2014 offerings. With competition from other festivals and the memory of 2013 there was always the expectation that this year would be a quieter one for Download. Well as quiet as a rock and metal festival can be.
For those of you who haven't heard Crossfaith before. They're a genre busting band cut from a cloth not that dissimilar from former tour mates Enter Shikari. They mix up hardcore, punk rock, metalcore and electronics from trance to dubstep to produce a sound that's brilliantly fresh, heavy and most importantly unique.
This summer, Fink - as well as releasing a new album, preparing for an American/European tour and generally planning other modest things like global domination - will be spending a sizeable portion of time playing festivals. You know about festivals.
The concert began at 8.30pm and was conducted by Conductor Ben Palmer, who shared wonderful anecdotes and stories about many of the pieces on the night and with his jovial, warm, engaging manner, the breathtakingly beautiful music was mesmerising.
You see, for most people who aren't literary fiction fans - reading is an intimate activity to be done at home on your bed with next-door's cat and an open packet of Twirl Minis. It goes hand in hand with being able to get up and go to the kettle. Reading is not a social activity, and yet book events are still fixated on the author's mouth moving.
This weekend the hallowed fields of Donington Park will welcome 120,000 metal heads to bang their heads, throw their horns and lose their minds to a who's who of metal, rock and alternative music.
Festivals might not quite lead to a dancing plague, but there is a sense that anything can happen. Laura recalled the first year of Wilderness festival: "We ended up teaching hundreds of people the conga, on stage with a bunch of naked people. That has to be a professional first! But this is what we love about Wilderness, you never really know where the experience will take you."
The problem is in that everyone wants to be on some committee or to be an editor for a newspaper or to produce their own play, thus there is huge competition between students for places. Many of the committee positions that are available require a gruelling interview process, sometimes involving two rounds, and for one particular committee I was interviewed by no less that 15 people at once
Margot Fonteyn was the most famous ballet dancer England ever produced. And she was brought up in Waldeck Road in Ealing, and later in Elm Grove Road by the Common.