The day after my own leaving party it was the last day before my plane left for Stockholm and Hyper Island for good (I know, I am a mega drama queen). I refused to sit at home and cry so we booked tickets to go to the punk and electronic festival Visions (check out my Visions last year too)! First up in a dark industrial basement was core shaking Cheatahs! Live gigs with this one. <3 Saboune was there as well and we all felt like proper shit from last night. I never learn that going to bed at 5am before a festival is a bad idea. But Paul and Bex called us up to his office in Netil House for some recovery drinks in his office chairs. We played 80s pop and it worked like magic. Back on track we left for the next band. Which played in this dreamy spot! It was the rock band Songhoy Blues from northern Mali who had the sickest guitar riffs and just radiated! And thank fuck for some diversity in this scene and festivals in general, although far from enough. Check out their track Soubour. What’s wicked with Visions is that the festival is located in different warehouses around East London and you’re free to come and go as you please. So poor people like us can hang out in the sun drinking £1 cans on the street for a few hours. Danielle was suppose to have joined that morning but I received a text at 5pm saying ”Omg I just work up!!! phone died and alarm didn’t go off”. An hour later she finally arrived my party queen. <3 The five of us decided it was definitely time for pizzas. So at the London Field’s Pub we licked our greasy fingers and Daniel and Paul forced the rest of us to try Pickle Backs. It turned out that it is a shot of whiskey followed by a shot of pickle juice! And bare with me, it was delicious! Out on the streets feeling tons better. So through the train track vaults we headed to the next gig. Which was wicked Eagulls. Perhaps 5th time I see them and still so much love. After much persuasion we talked Paul to ditch Andrew WK who btw sucked, and come with us to this cozy hang out and watch my favourite dj Sophie, who despite not being a girl is a goddamn genius (remember my hype at Field Day?). AND IT WAS AMAZING I DIED. Such fucking weird music, like electronic smurf popcorn from the 90s!!! We danced splashing in sweat and beer and euphoria. Even Paul kept on saying ”This is absolutely mental I love it!”. Absolutely ecstatic we went back to Paul’s office and had an office chair dance race to more Sophie tunes with some more people. We sipped beers, argued about music albums and Bex made me laugh until I almost weed myself. <3 They might be the best couple in the world. The time vanished and our sense with it. To more cheesy music we had awful sing alongs and raced with our chairs. When I realised I didn’t have many hours left until my plane would depart I played Purple Rain for my gorgeous people. It will always be the best song to finish a festival, a party or a life in London to.