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4th-7th August 2016

VW Whitenoise has been going for 14 years, and offers a fantastic celebration of motors, music and arts in a stunning setting. Check out five music stages with headliners



Original Wall of Death thrill show rocking up too. A Retro and Classic Bicycle

trombone, drumming and even cardboard- campervan-making workshops make this festival stand out. Discover upbeat yoga

accompanied by Soul in the Fine City DJ's. Be part of it! Just 30 miles from Norwich.

camping passes over on our website Rev up your engine & get going!

of weekend (Fri-Sun) You can win a pair

Competition, mobile petting zoo, live graffiti, eclectic trade village, plastic

Dreadzone and Dub Pistols, Te Allergies and Killamonjambo and the Ken Fox

of a certain age and didn’t grow up in Norwich, then that will make no sense to you whatsoever (there used to be a Rowntree/Nestle chocolate factory where Chapelfield is now, and on certain days the entire city was drenched in a fragrant smog of chocolate. It was so heady you felt like you could eat the air). Te only thing that comes close these days is the evening of the Lord Mayor’s Procession when the miasma of barbecue fills the skies.


If you’re of a certain age and grew up in Norwich, you will have the following conversation quite regularly ‘Remember Rowntrees?’ ‘Oh god YES! Te smell…’ If you’re not

Te LMP always stirs up a cocktail of emotions for me. Annoyance that the city grinds to a halt. Amusement at some of the lame arsed floats (top prize still goes to the building company whose attempt was a van. With bunting. Seriously, that was it). Admiration for some of the seriously impressive floats and groups (bloke from Norwich Star Wars

Club, I am looking at YOU, wearing a full on Chewbacca costume on what usually turns out to be the hottest day of the year). Mawkish ‘dawww’ing at the shyly proud children dancing in their little troupes. Mostly bemusement to be honest.

Because the whole thing is irredeemably naff. It’s mostly homemade, held together with safety

pins and Sellotape, with face paint and crepe paper. And yet, year in, year out, we stand by the side of the road cheering them all on, getting excited when we’re given a sticker. Or a badge. Or even a pen, if someone’s feeling generous. And that is what makes it glorious. It’s a lovely reminder of what can be achieved by a bit of effort, a bit of arsing around, and the rest of

us getting to enjoy it for all sorts of reasons, right and wrong. And then of course, the obligatory pissed up barbecue in every single back garden afterwards (or sodding off up Chappy to pay a fiver for an undercooked sausage in a slightly stale roll). Marvellous.


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