Or the stuff that happens after dark. I'm reporting on Latitude's nocturnal shenanigans, the prime focus of which is Sean Rowley and his Guilty Pleasures empire.
Or the stuff that happens after dark. I’m reporting on Latitude’s nocturnal shenanigans, the prime focus of which is Sean Rowley and his Guilty Pleasures empire.
Running across all three nights in the Comedy tent (very apt) from 10.30 to 3am, it’s the mecca for prety much everyone still standing.
Of course, you’re either a fan or not. Look away now, if the following information is likely to cause offence:
Five records played in the Guilty Pleasures tent between 12.20 and 12.40:
Elton John & Kiki Dee — Don’t Go Breaking My Heart
Irene Cara — What A Feeling
George Michael — Faith
Salt n Peppa — Push It
Starship — We Built This City
Crap, of course, but great fun — possibly the perfect late night festival knees up.
I also find some chaps in the woods, near the Sunrise Arena, pumping out House music on a rickety little stage. It’s one of the great things about this festival — it’s deceptively small, and you think you’ve spotted everything there is, and then you just stumble across something enterprising happening somewhere you least expect it.
Anyway, more later. Off to get some breakfast now…