As much as I am a music fanatic, festivals are not my thing - what can I say I like my own bed.  However, I think Leeds fest will always have a special place in my heart. I first went when I was 16, it was the furthest I’d been since coronavirus held us all hostage and it was a big deal for everyone there. For give or take a year we’d stayed in our homes following various changing rules and continuously being let down by any promises of normality. This festival was the first time I felt a sense of excitement in a long time, and I don’t think I was alone in that feeling. We went on the Sunday to see Post Malone, Beabadoobee, The Wombats and Two-Door-Cinema club. I obviously sang my heart out to all of them, having religiously listening to the set lists for months, and I left with no voice, no leg power, and the inside of my nose black. We went in a random dance stage mosh pit in which my friend lost a shoe and nearly a leg, and got home past 3 in the morning exhausted, so I like to th