Here is my weekend in actual technicolour pictures:
Oh hello, this is me as we began our epic journey to the campsite. No, I am not going bald, I just really, really need my roots doing. FAIL FOR ME.
This is me testing out my new 'how to stay warm at night at an English festival when it's -35 degrees outside' method. That's two sleeping bags right there, one inside the other, and I'm not joking, it nailed it. That is why I look so proud of myself.
This is pretty much the best hat ever. Also, my face looks like an eagle's. Gutted to discover that.
Dear Santa...For Christmas I would like to morph into any member of The Like. I am jealous of every single thing about them. I also wouldn't mind one of those proper nice dresses they have on. Love from Emily.
To my absolute horror, I realised that this was the 14th time that I have seen One Night Only. I should really have done something else with my time in 2008.
This is what the NME tent looks like when it's empty. There used to be grass, but then 10,000 kids partied to Enter Shikari and it disappeared.
There's nothing like a delicious Twister when it's freezing cold outside. I am also so delighted that my hair clashes so horrendously with my jumper.
My new camera does panorama shots. To the lads in the top picture: cheers for ruining the photo, you dicks.
Ian Watkins has gotten a little bit fat, a fact that depressed me greatly because he was such a babe the last time that I saw him.
I just felt sad for Axl Rose, because he is old and he has kind of lost his voice. Oh, and everyone hates him because he was late on stage. But it was still fairly epic seeing them play November Rain.