Blur is the name of the first band to play, and after having dressed in faded black jeans and a black skinny rib top, I'm starting to wish I'd made more of an effort.
Whilst the overall reception to the fuzzy guitar pop numbers they churn out is a bit hit and miss, it's the lead singer, the delectable Damon, who seems to be going down a storm.
He has, I notice to my dismay, attracted quite a following of predominantly female fans, who gather around the front of the stage, leaving me hovering off to the side, feeling slightly ridiculous.
My mass of dirty blonde hair, which has a slight natural coppery hint to it, hangs down passed my shoulders in unruly waves. I'm only wearing tinted moisturiser, black mascara and a tiny smudge of charcoal liner along my upper eyelids. My peach lip balm
