Helping with a job at Leeds Fest meant revisiting my teenage stomping grounds, only to discover new teenagers rule the wasteland. With increasingly generic (sh*t) lineups, poor music, over-priced drinks, average food choices, high ticket prices and about 90,000 chavs, there's absolutely no reason to go to Leeds Fest, but thankfully for me, a little VIP treatment went a long way and saved an otherwise un-salvageable weekend.