Finally Flung: The Ultimate Review
So there was this Final Fling dealie where everyone wore fancy clothes. It's presumably the kind of clothing that rich tories wear all the time so I felt a little dirty, but at least I looked nice – which incidentally is what your mum said.
There were two big tent thingies, one of them had six nipples and the other only had two nipples (this was presumably a social commentary about something or another), there were also a few fairground rides and excessively expensive games. I'm glad I didn't eat beforehand as otherwise I may have missed out on the most excessively expensive and worst–tasting burgers in human history – what an experience! Drinks were indeed at union prices, except not at union quantities, a bottle of reef and a bottle of corrs cost me exactly £5 which struck me as a little excessive.
The clever lack of any real announcement system resulted in me not realising that Nizlopi had even gone on stage, so I missed them completely. I can only assume their song went down a storm for the two people who witnessed it. Later there was an uncertain migration to the 6–nippled tent which suggested that Idlewild might be playing, this was a correct conclusion. They certainly were playing, but they weren't rocking. The experience was akin to listening to their two good songs at home. At one point I swear I heard a guitar solo, except that the lead guitarist seemed to be embaressed by this and was shying away from the crowd. Conclusion? Idlewild sounded very faithful to their recordings but ultimately were quite boring save for the two songs I knew. Not an act I would choose to see again. Later the Sugababes came on stage and I was somewhat suprised at how many of their songs I recognised – terrifying. Like Idlewild they sounded pretty good and faithful to their recordings but there was nothing to justify them actually being there (though they did move around more than Idlewild did). In the end Sugababes were probably the better act because they didn't extend their welcome by performing anything beyond the well–known stuff.
Later there was a bit of sitting down and discussions of whether straight men should shove things up their arses, but finally there was the whole dancefloor doodah. Carter and Tarbit played a variety of fairly fun songs whilst generally being hyperactive and silly, there were no Top B monkeys this time, maybe they should have made some special Final Fling monkeys. Everyone simultaneously had the very clever idea of leaving 15 minutes before the end in order to avoid the queues for the coaches. But it was ok because I had this simultaneous idea first and therefore won the queuing game.
Then I was at home going to sleep because I was tired.
Overall: The night was very enjoyable but mostly due to the company and photos rather than the actual quality of the event.