One of the most popular things on the Latitude blog this past week has been Terry Staunton's "Overheard Conversations"; the most tantalising snippets of chatter he caught while wandering around the festival site. A few of you have been adding your own ones, too: we're particular fans of the "posh goth" who said, ""That's the last time I arrange my wardrobe according to the BBC's 5-day weather forecast."
In the interests of science, I've just had a look at all the blogs we filed at the festival over the weekend, and put together a chart of your favourites, based on the number of page impressions each one has had. Here's the Top Ten:
Over the weekend, the Uncut team filed innumerable reports from the Latitude festival. Here's a quick round-up of links to help you find your way through it all. . .
There's a term for a person who knowingly and consensually allows another person to inflict pain on them, and from this day forth they shall be known as Black Lips fans.
As I’m nearing the main stage, a mournful funeral wail of a riff starts up, soon to be joined by stiff drums and icy synth. If Sigur Ros hadn’t started their set with “Svefn-G-Englar” last night, it would surely be the most doomy headline set opener of the festival. Of course, it's Interpol.
“Given though this is a family affair, we all know someone who’s a meth head or a speed freak,” thus it is that Kim Deal endears herself to the good ladies and gentlemen of Latitude.