Last weekend was our long anticipated sojourn to the Isle of Wight for Bestival. We were there to build and paint a photo-booth for well known follow my leaders – TomTom. You know it’s been a good weekend when you can’t face the office until Wednesday, and here we are back at work midweek so you best believe Bestival was a stormer.
Turning up on Tuesday evening felt like we were driving towards the apocalypse, gale force winds gusting at 60mph threatened to blow our retro ice cream truck off of it’s trailer and the site was closed for safety reasons. So we gratefully retreated to the comfort of a motel where big steaks and beer made everything better.
In the end Wednesday wasn’t too bad and despite a little rain we smashed out the build with the help of our friend Zeus who, aside from being a dope artist specialising in sculptural graffiti, is a dab hand when it comes to carpentry. Whilst Bestival as a whole panic-built to catch up on the missed day, we completed our ‘Caraoke’ booth (complete with painted road, road signs, cut out cars, and guitars) in good time and left the TomTom minions to man it for the weekend whilst we went off and had a wicked time, it’s a hard life.
Public Enemy, Bjork, and Beardyman were all highlights as were good friends of EndoftheLine – Lazy Habits. They did the most amazing collaboration with unstoppable electro-swingers The Correspondents, it went off big style. We can’t wait to see what they have in store for us at Meeting of Styles. After a solid day of partying you need somewhere to crash out and The lovely people at TomTom laid on a teepee for us all to kip in definitely a superior way to go camping.
All in all it was a really positive and fun experience, far from the ‘Worstival’ that Eddy Temple-Morris ranted about in his open letter recently. Yeah there’s a fair amount of corporate sponsorship, but where would the money for a musical line-up this good come from otherwise? We’ll definitely be back next year, biggup to Rob and all those involved behind the scenes, you throw one hell of a party.