I’m too old for Creamfields. No two ways about it. I saw maybe three people older than me this year.
But, you know what? I don’t care.
I never was a hardcore follower of dance music. Never a massive clubgoer. And I missed out.
The sheer euphoria of being carried along by a DJ who knows how to build a set and take thousands of people with him is an absolute joy.
I went this year with a couple of mates. One who goes for the full weekend every year and one who had never been to a festival of any kind. The latter loved it. Loved it so much he’s got early bird tickets for next year.
I’ll be even older when next year’s come around, but I’ll probably be there again. Hands in the air and a big smile on my face. Sometimes that’s all you need.