(Note that I didn’t say “see” a Taylor Swift concert.)
So Rachel and I might have been the only two people in Swansea this weekend who weren’t there for the music festival. That wasn’t for want of trying—we turned up outside the venue about an hour before Taylor Swift was set to come on so that Rachel, the consummate extrovert, could ambush people exiting the festival early and offer to buy their wristbands for a tenner.
That tactic having failed, we camped out on the grass outside the fence to listen to the performance. Admittedly, since the stage was facing the other way and the fence was twenty feet of solid wooden barricade, mostly what we got was thumping base, muffled cheering and the occasional high-pitched whine from the sound system. But still, we heard Taylor Swift. Or at least Taylor Swift’s microphone feedback.
Clearly, we weren’t the only two with this brilliant camp-out-next-to-the-fence tactic:
Since someone recently pointed out that my photos are generally somewhat lacking in humans, here’s Rachel (left), me (right), and Taylor Swift (on the other side of the green fence).
I thought Taylor Swift would be – I don’t know – taller.