Here at SpunOut.ie we're big fans of Kid President. 'Kid who..' you say? Well, If you haven't come across Kid President's videos on YouTube then you are missing out big time. Kid President is otherwise known as Robby Novak, age 10. His wish for us all to “treat everybody like it’s their birthday,” every single day.
“I don’t know everything, I’m just a kid, but I do know this: it’s everybody’s duty to give the world a reason to dance.”, this is words of wisdom from Robby Novak, better known to many simply as “Kid President”. He has somehow spiced up the world of motivational speaking in his mission to “make the world less boring.” Some might consider this quite an ambitious dream for a 10-year-old boy, but then again, not many 10-year-olds can boast a YouTube account with millions of views.
If you’re unfamiliar with his message, check out his most popular video below which has over 24 million views on YouTube.
So how did Kid President come to be? Some of Robby’s early videos, which he and his brother-in-law put up online for their family and friends to see, caught the eye of Rainn Wilson, best known for portraying Dwight Schrute on the American version of The Office. Wilson soon put up videos of Robby’s inspirational pep talks on SoulPancake, the YouTube channel he co-founded, and the rest is history. Robby’s original video on the channel now sits with over 24 million views.
With every click of a button, Robby inspires millions of people to get up from their computers and make the most of each day. What started as a goofy project between he and his brother-in-law has morphed into a “take action” phenomenon which has extended from “Kid President” to the President of the United States himself.
But perhaps the most inspiring part of Kid President’s story has been his refusal to let life’s challenge obstruct his journey for happiness. Robby, along with his sister, was born with a condition called Osteogenesis imperfecta, better known as Brittle Bone syndrome. This is a genetic disorder in which the body is impaired from producing strong bones, causing many of them to break easily.
In fact, Robby has had over 70 broken bones and already had 13 reparative surgeries. He has had steel rods inserted into both of his legs. But through this struggle, Robby remains positive. “I’m trying not to worry about it,” he said. “I’m just a kid who wants to have fun.”
We should all strive to live as Robby does. Life is tough, and there’s no getting around that, but remember that it doesn’t have to be a competition between all of us. There’s room for success for everyone. As Robby says, “If life is a game, aren’t we all on the same team? I mean really, right? I’m on your team, you’re on my team.”
I am finally finished my Leaving Cert exams. Words cannot describe how happy I feel right now; I am elated. Ecstatic. Excited. I have always considered myself to be a fairly optimistic person; I always "look on the bright side of life" and I am an all round happy guy; but in a lot of ways, the Leaving Cert took it's toll on me.
I think that in general, school caters to one type of person and they are the logical thinking, academic people. I think that I am more creative; I like drama and theatre, music, and writing. I knew that the education system and I would not necessarily be the best of friends, but now that it's over I am looking forward to just living for a while.
To be completely honest, the leaving cert was probably the worst ten months of my life. I hope I don't sound too melodramatic, but it's honestly the truth. Don't get me wrong, there were plenty of good times too; the graduation ceremony, the mock interviews, the various college open days and even the excitement of setting up my CAO account for the first time.
But the awful days were too many, in my opinion, and the optimistic light that had once shone from me had started to distinguish slowly as the year dragged on.
I couldn't take the pressure of it; the exams, the decisions, the lack of time. It was all too much and when I got it wrong, I was made to feel like a failure. I'm writing this article to let people know that it's okay to feel this way; most people feel this way a lot of the time. It's not something to be ashamed of, and it's a normal part of human life.
My advice to future 6th years would be this; do not panic. The Leaving Cert will not define your life if you don't let it. The exams are very important but at the end of the day a piece of paper with a grade on it is not a reflection on your success as a person. Whether you end up getting a D3 on an ordinary level paper, or an A1 on a higher level paper, you are worth more than that.
This was something that took me a while to realise, and is something that the Irish education system has, in my opinion, failed to grasp. There are always 'back-doors' into everything, points race aside. As my stereotypical Irish mammy once said to me "The only results that matter is the results you get from the doctor." If that's the case, how lucky we all are.
Did you know that only 11 per cent of TDs in the Dáil are women? Did you know that every day, Irish people with disabilities are prevented from making their own decisions under the archaic “Lunacy Act”, which dates from 1871? Did you know that one in four Irish people will have problems with mental health in their lifetimes? This is just a fraction of what I learned at the SpunOut.ie Women’s Academy last weekend. However, these facts alone are enough to inspire me to change the world. I really mean it! To paraphrase Suzy Byrne, a blogger and campaigner who opened our weekend: - “ young people need to get involved – and angry!”
Over two sweltering days, 16 young Irish women heard from one another and a number of speakers. The speakers were as diverse as they were impassioned – we heard from “life coach” Marian Byrne, who taught us about mindfulness – which is, apparently, essential if you’re organising a successful campaign or protest. So much of the Academy was about so much more than women’s issues, it was about empowerment.
I arrived unspeakably early at the Academy expecting to (and this is a direct quote from my notes) “generally make the world a better place…and smash the patriarchy”. Of course, my eyes were quickly opened, there is so many more issues out there, some linked to feminism and some not. Mental health was a huge topic for the weekend.
Caroline McGuigan, the founder of Suicide or Survive, spoke with genuine honesty about her experiences with mental health. After her talk, I was left wishing that more Irish people could be like her; not only did she discuss her mental health candidly, but she did so with humour and warmth. The topic of Irish attitudes to mental health issues isn’t going away. We need more like Caroline out there to show that you can be both strong and vunerable; and that’s ok.
If someone asked me my favourite aspect of the weekend, I’d have to say the atmosphere. Take 16 young women who are passionate about changing the face of Irish society and put them in a room together for two days. It was pretty magical, to be honest. Discussions on mindfulness, campaigning and motivation were met with equal enthusiasm by the group; we carried on our discussion long after the academy had ended for the day, too. I honestly couldn’t get over it – as a somewhat jaded student and feminist, it was truly remarkable to be able to work with such, there’s that word again, inspiring women. It sounds a bit silly, but I really did leave the Academy ready to change the world.
Of course, the weekend wasn’t all about inspiration and injustice. SpunOut gave us a chance to indulge our creative sides through poetry and art over the course of the weekend. Colm Keegan, a truly amazing Dublin poet, pushed some of us to our limits by getting us to write a poem on something close to our hearts in fifteen minutes. Artist Niamh Heery brought us to the streets – her “artivism” was an exercise in expressing a political message through an art installation.
In other words: it was very cool. One group discussed mental health and the “Black Dog” of depression on the streets of Dublin; another looked at women in politics and the issues that surround that. My own group took to various shops around Dublin with yellow placards, highlighting the problems with portrayals of women in the media.
The weekend was absolutely amazing and (I have to work this joke in) I’d like to thank the Academy…no, really. Sometimes it’s difficult to be a young Irishwoman in 2013 and it was inspiring to hear so many people tell us that we’re capable of doing anything we want to do. That was the brilliance of the Academy – empowerment, and the belief that a small group of committed people can – and will – change the world.
Check out the Twitter feed in the gallery below.
A couple of months ago, I set sail on my adventure for summer-job hunting. It’s a tale of love, lust, action and overcoming adversity…. Okay maybe it isn’t as dramatic as that but it sure was nerve-rackingly scary. Like tens of thousands of hopeful and hard-working young people across Ireland I began my maiden voyage to find summer employment. It’s a long and gruelling story with a bucketful of heartache and a lifetimes worth of disappointment.
So to paint a picture of my beautiful parish in which I went job-hunting in, to put it simply it is an idyllic, scenic and semi tourist hot-spot with the culture and language in full bloom. It’s also one of the most densely populated rural areas in Europe so it’s actually quite busy and bustling in the summer. So I had four simple steps to get a Job because at the time I was under the illusion that getting a summer job was literally a walk in the park. How wrong was I.
Step 1: Write a CV (Curriculum Vitae)
At first glance I thought writing a CV was easy. It wasn’t. The first night I tried to write it, I ended up waking up at 7am face planted onto the keyboard of my laptop. Night one was very unproductive to say the least and I had an awful creak in my neck the whole day after it. I wouldn’t advise anyone else to sleep on their laptop. Not a good decision.
Night two was more fruitful with almost a full page complete, and I didn’t fall asleep on my laptop. By night three I was finished (hallelujah) all I had to do was finish off the little bit I had forgotten to do the night before and thanks to spunout I knew how to polish of my work and the layout. Step 1 COMPLETE.
Step 2: Plan which businesses to target
My mum had given me two guidelines for job-hunting: My job couldn’t be more than a 20 minute car journey from my house, the business had to be above board (Er.. no drug dealing for me then) These were the guidelines I would live and breathe by. I outlined 14 businesses in my area that had possible job prospects for me (or so I thought). These included supermarkets, cafes, newsagents, chemists and even an airport. I was set.
Step 3: Giving the CVs out
This was probably the most difficult step. I decided to use the “cold visiting” technique which is simply walking into a business uninvited and asking the manager for a job. In theory it sounds great but when it comes to executing it it is the most gut wrenching, confidence-testing thing I’ve done so far in my life. The sheer fear of rejection and embarrassment can be stomach-curdling, by the way this technique is not for everyone as I found out the hard way.
So I headed out to find myself a job and it was physically clear that I was nervous, my mum decided that she would go into the first place with me just to ease my nerves. Bad decision. We approached the registration desk and my mum explained I was looking for a job for the summer. The woman at the desk said “if your son is looking for a job then why are you speaking, he should be speaking. "You know what I do when parents, brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts looking for jobs for their relatives, I just tear up the CV without even glancing at it”.
She then looked at me and said “Okay. Fire away, give me your best shot” I was so nervous. I was shaking like a tree in a hurricane that’s how nervous I was. I completely reiterated what my mum said at the start and she just stared at me as if saying “is that it?” She grabbed the CV out of my hand and said “You’re not even 18, how do you expect to get a job here”, and she handed me the CV back to me. Well excuse me while I pick up the broken shards of my confidence off the floor on my way out. I felt terrible. My confidence was completely knocked and smashed into a million pieces. It's people like that that ruin people’s confidence permanently. There was literally thousands of words (not all PG, mostly swear words) I wanted to say to her but I decided that I wouldn’t drop to her level.
So after an hour, two cups of tea, an ice cream and a whole lot of persuasion I decided to battle on. 1 down. 13 to go and by god them 13 flew in. I still had the nervousness before I went into the place but the more I did the more my confidence grew. One thing all the businesses I went to had in common was their reply. It was literally word for word the same; “Sorry but we’re not looking to take on anyone at the moment but we will put your CV on file” So after all my bravery, all I got was 13 “no, but we might contact you when we do need someone” replies for all my efforts. When you put it like that it hardly sounds like it would be worth your breath and bravery to do it but if you put it into perspective and add a dash of optimism and it really is 13 maybes (how exciting).
Step 4: Wait, be patient and have faith
I’ve been waiting for 1 month, 2 weeks, 5 days, 16 hours, 43 minutes and 12, 13, 14, 15 seconds and counting. I received only one reply saying that they received my CV but aren’t employing anyone at the minute. At the minute the chances of me getting a job is like a vitamin c effervescent tablet in a glass of water, slowly fizzling out.
Why I want a job
We all want to live long, healthy lives. However, us Irish men may be slowly condemning ourselves to serious health issues and even an early grave due to not looking after our health. This stems from the fact that statistically we will live on average five years less than Irish women and may even spend up to the last 15 years of our lives very ill.
But where do these statistics come from? Well on September 2012 the Irish Independent published an article titled “what men need to do about their health’ commenting on a policy regarding men’s health by the Department of Health.
The National Men’s Health policy addresses the issues that affect the average Irish male and their attitude towards healthcare. Men are more likely to be affected by the biggest three killers, heart disease/stroke, cancer and respiratory disease.
We are also more affected by alcohol abuse, depression and suicide, which are six to seven times more prevalent in males. It was also found that in the poorest social-economic areas men are six times more likely to die from respiratory disease and actually up to 16 times more likely to die from alcohol abuse.
So why is this happening? Well basically I think it has to do with the male attitude. We in Ireland tend to dismiss a cough here or a pain there as a nuisance. These however, could be the warning signs of some underlying illness in which early detection is vitally important.
Men are especially guilty of this as we see being sick as weak saying ‘Ah sure it’s only a cough, it’s grand’, or ‘pfft sure the pain isn’t that bad. It is this ‘hard man’ image that is our major flaw.
By not discussing health topics as much as women we are allowing ourselves to fall ill even more. Irish men are especially guilty of this as we have sort of set up a structure in our society in which if you’re a real man nothing can touch you.
There are also many who would admit to pain or mental ill-health but are afraid of looking weak or losing respect from their peers. This ‘bottling up’ of emotions can lead to stress and even depression.
Maybe we are pre-disposed to be like this due to testosterone production in our body. We tend to take risks and get aggressive. Awareness of this problem seems to be limited however as many people including myself have not heard much encouragement to get checked out and the severe danger of ignoring signs of illness.
Money is also a major contributing factor, as going to a doctor to check a cough or pain may turn into nothing, but you still have to pay out €50 just for them to say you’re grand.
This attitude needs to change, and with the help of organisations like the Irish Men’s Shed Association and Men’s Health Forum spreading awareness about the importance of men taking care of themselves many lives could be saved.
I remember the anticipation welling up within me when I received my acceptance letter from my study abroad program in Ireland. A celebratory dance and a few glasses of wine later, I excitedly Googled pictures of the green Irish countryside and the long, winding streets of Dublin. I couldn’t believe my luck – I was going to be spending my summer in the “land of saints and scholars.” Unknowingly, I was already setting unrealistic sights on some sort of mythical fairy tale summer.
In the days before I was leaving, I hurriedly filled my suitcases to the brim with the packing guide’s recommendations of jackets, tennis shoes, t-shirts and scarves. I could talk of nothing else but my plants to take Europe by storm. Looking back on it, I think I was in such a frenzied pace of excitement that I forgot to consider all the people, places and things that I was leaving behind in America.
But as I walked through the security gate at the airport and turned around to wave goodbye to my mother, it hit me like a wave. I was leaving my home, my family, my dog, my friends, my favourite food, and everything that I had grown so accustomed to for the past twenty years.
Sure, I’m only gone for two months, but walking onto that plane sure felt like I was leaving my home for an eternity. I had never even considered that I would feel so panicked as the jet hurled through the sky, carrying me thousands and thousands of miles away from home.
Once I arrived in Dublin, though, the real culture shock began. How do I get money? What are all these coins? Why are these cars driving on the wrong side of the road? All these thoughts echoed incessantly inside my head throughout my first few days here.
Suddenly, my dream summer had taken a turn into a nightmare. And to cope with the seemingly huge space between myself and home, I was constantly Skyping, Face Timing and iMessaging my friends and family back home. I holed myself up in my room, never bothering to go outside and explore the city that I had so desperately wanted to come to in the first place.
Soon enough, my family back home realised they could no longer enable my homesickness. As hard as it was for them, they told me they would only be able to talk over the web twice a week. Soon enough and much to my dismay, my constant barrage of Skype messages were going unnoticed.
Now I was in a really terrible position. I felt completely out of place in this city and yet I had no one to talk to about it. With no other form of social networking to distract me, I forced myself to take a walk along the river to escape the misery of my room.
I walked up and down the bridges, strolled though the pebble streets of Temple Bar, and walked through the impressive gates of Trinity College. Slowly but surely, my homesickness was giving way to a new feeling – one of excitement. Yes, the excitement that had so filled my thoughts before I had left had finally returned! I was in a completely new world, and as cheesy as it sounds, there was something new and exciting to be found around every corner.
In only a little over a week, I feel as though I have been able to change my outlook on my experience here completely. One of the most important pieces of advice my mother gave me was to be thankful for the opportunity to come here. Yes, we’ve all heard that before. But for me, it really worked. I can’t count how many people who told me how lucky I was to be able to travel abroad, and realising that I am fortunate enough to be able to have this experience was a real game changer for me.
But still, everyone reacts to situations differently. Some people can easily handle change and other can’t. It doesn’t make you any lesser of a person if you can’t jump right into your abroad experience. It can take time for many to feel comfortable and adjusted, and that’s completely fine.
Simply put, for some, homesickness will be inevitable. You’re just going to miss home! Don’t be ashamed of that – be proud that you love where you come from so much.
But please don’t let homesickness ruin your time while you are traveling abroad. I promise you can beat it! Learn from my mistakes – explore your new environment, keep yourself busy and don’t constantly keep in contact with your life back home. It is wonderful to be able to talk to your family from time to time, but relying on that too much might prevent you from fully immersing yourself in your new home.
Like me, you may find that coming abroad doesn’t meet all your grand expectations right away. Don’t worry – nothing turns out exactly how we plan for it. But give yourself time and I’m confident you will find the experience you were looking for.
Lastly, remind yourself that you came abroad for a reason. Whether that may be to find yourself, to work at a cool new job, or to meet amazing new people, there is a reason traveling abroad is one of the most rewarding and valuable experiences a person can have.
And always remember, time will heal homesickness. Luckily, time is on your side.
It’s June and that means summer holidays and lots of free time to submit loads of content to SpunOut.ie. We’re excited that it’s summer, which means sunny weather, festivals, longer evenings and lots of free time to do stuff.
However, it can also mean lots of time and nothing to do, lack of cash and boredom.
This month we’re looking for articles on:
Have you got one? Are there still summer jobs out there for young people? Or maybe you created your own summer job? Spill the beans…
Summer Boredom busters
School and college are out for summer. What are you doing to beat the summer boredom?
Plans for summer
Are you heading on a J1 visa, will you be working or simply dossing about and enjoying the long summer days. Either way we want to hear about it!
Are you waiting on your leaving cert results and stuck in no man’s land between secondary school and college? How are you coping?
Gap Year vs. College
Are you taking a gap year? If so, we want to hear what you’ll be spending your time doing.
Coping with younger siblings
Are they constantly borrowing your stuff? We want your tips on coping with younger brothers or sisters.
Thrift shopping; yay or nay?
Has Macklemore made shopping in charity shops cool? Do you shop in charity shops, and if so tell us about the bargains you have nabbed.
Tips on dressing for summer.
Alcohol sports sponsorship
How do you feel about alcohol companies sponsoring sporting events?
There’s nothing better than sticking on a good summer song to get you in a good mood. What summer tune is guaranteed to put you in the summer mood?
Summer volunteering experiences
Is volunteering worth it? What’s your experience?
True life stories
True life stories are an important part of SpunOut.ie and we want to hear your first-hand experience of surviving in the big bad world.
We also want you to send in your articles or videos that deal with different topics which you think will be of interest to other 16-25 year olds. We don’t set the agenda as to what you should create content on- we simply give you some ideas.
Read our submission guidelines before your get started. Any Q’s… Just drop an email to email@example.com and we’ll get back to you as soon as we can.
Well, it’s the beginning of the summer holidays. In the last week of school I somehow ended up doing six tests in two days, as well as being involved in a lot of other activities and helping out with various events around the school. To sum up, there was a particular occasion when I am almost positive I was in two places at once. Something like Hermione Granger’s time-turner or The Doctor’s Tardis would have come in particularly handy, but there’s no point worrying about that now.
Thus my first task for the summer holidays was to relax. I had a similar experience at the end of third year when I finished my exams and literally spent time pacing up and down because I’d been so wound up for the previous months that I couldn’t sit still. So I’ve taken this first week of the holidays to loll around on the sofa watching “Countdown” or “The Weakest Link” and generally not being very productive. I think that’s something we all need from time to time, so if you’re spending a few days like that, don’t panic. You deserve it. Enjoy the sun while it lasts and catch up on some quality time with your friends, family, pets and television.
However, spending three months like that... I don’t know if it’s the wisest choice. I recall kicking myself halfway through third year when the mocks were well underway: why hadn’t I revised in the summer after second year? I hadn’t even taken out my books. My schoolbag had stayed in the same place, full of the same screwed up bits of paper for twelve weeks. Now what was I to do?
Thankfully, I learned from my mistakes. Going into fifth year after TY, I was well aware that it was necessary to work hard and not just leave everything for sixth year. I’m pretty proud of myself for taking lots of time over notes and revision in the past year, but when it came to the summer tests there were still areas I wished I’d done better on. This was mainly because I am the “I can do that” girl, who volunteers for just about everything. School play, debates, poetry contests, blogging, helping out after school... yep, I can do that. Don’t get me wrong: I love it, that’s who I am... but it does leave me with a lot of work to catch up on.
If you’ve spent the past school year being a busy bee, or perhaps if you’ve just been a bit, shall we say, lax when it comes to studying, now is the time to remedy that. Personally, I’ve got some pretty big ambitions: if I’m to get into the university I want, I need to get approximately 5 As and 2 Bs in my Leaving Cert. This is a scary prospect, but I know that I’m capable of it if I work hard. I suppose the first step is to work out what you need to achieve.
So far I’ve looked at universities and know what grades I need, so I have a vague goal. Next, I intend to look at each individual subject and how I can improve upon it. I did this with Irish in particular throughout fifth year, and by taking it in small doses, improving a little at a time, I managed to go from a C- to a B+.
Think about what needs to be done and set yourself some realistic goals. I’ve made myself a little chart of how many hours studying I need to do. Now I just need to do it. Make sure you don’t set yourself up for defeat: just a little studying, half an hour at a time, can still make a world of difference. Don’t dive in at the deep end and get pulled down. It’ll only lead to you hating the subject. Just think of manageable ways you can do your best... your best, nobody else’s.
Perhaps there’s something you really struggled with last year. For me, it was maths and maybe a bit of biology. Now is the time to concentrate on that. There’s no homework, no deadlines, just you taking a relaxed approach at improving. I’m lucky enough to have an award-winning teacher for a dad, but if you haven’t got someone like that in the family, remember everyone else is on holiday, too. Is there someone in your class who’s good at what you find difficult? There’s no harm in asking them to give you a hand. You may not want to intrude, but trust me: give it a few weeks and they’ll be bored out of their tree, just waiting for something to do. I’ve found luring people in with baked goods generally helps.
Remember that sixth year is going to be a busy time, not just from the point of view of study. Any work you do now—whether it be an hour or a week—will help you along the way and stand you in good stead. Remember that studying doesn’t just mean staring at your books for an hour. Some things I like to do are watch french films and translate recipes. I’m even thinking of writing a song about Macbeth. Not sure how I’ll manage to make maths enjoyable yet... but where there’s a will, there’s a way. Find an interesting take on the subject and the rest should follow... above all, remember that every little helps!
Now, I’m off to remove all the sweet wrappers, and an old sandwich from my schoolbag... wish me luck!
The average American/European consumes 32 times more than the average Kenyan. Often we focus solely on the population aspects of what the planet can sustain, but seldom do we question how much the one European/American consumes (or how much should they?) and what’s the cost of this paid by the environment and the world’s poor?
Today is World Environment Day, and the above animation seeks to question the underlying relationships between ‘us’ as consumers, ‘them’ as producers and the impact that these choices have on the planet.
For example, how much water do you think is used up to produce just 1kg of chocolate, or say 1kg of beef? Should we be concerned about this? What if I told you that one third of all food bought off the shelf will end up in the bin? Food companies waste plenty of food in their supply chains too – think of the ugly fruit and vegetables as well as the heels of bread, for example. Now multiply this on a global scale.
Share the consumption video and explore the info tables for yourself. Acting on these issues requires more than just being consumers. Small actions count, and these start with you.
For more information on the data, the top ten food companies and references used in the video see http://www.developmenteducation.ie/consumption
This article has been submitted by Tony Daly who is a writer and educational activist with www.DevelopmentEducation.ie
I am a recent college graduate. After five years of excessive food and alcohol intake, ridiculous sleeping patterns and avoiding home like the plague, I have returned home. At times when I was in college, coming home conjured up images of comfort, clean clothes, beautiful meals on the table every evening and so on. I am comfortable. My clothes are clean. I have a delicious dinner every evening. I should be happy but I am not!
This is not just about the difficulties of moving back in with your parents and siblings (though this is a pain at times, I will admit). It is about leaving college and having no prospects. I have a degree and masters but now I am stuck in a job, which is meaningless to me.
I am luckier than others. I’ve had my summer job for the last five years and it is reliable and well paid. I have paid most of my way through college with this job and I am very grateful to my employers for it. As grateful as I am though, I want out. I am a qualified journalist now and I want to be working in that industry.
This is, to me, the most difficult thing about being at home again. In other years, I have complained and dragged my feet all summer, wishing the days to go by faster so that I would be moving away to college again, back to the ridiculous student lifestyle. This time, I do not have that to look forward to. I have uncertainty, no security and worst of all “The Fear”.
It is early days for me and even as I write this I am gripped with The Fear, which is undoubtedly pushing me through this article, but here are some tips for helping you through this time:
Above all, never give up hope. Something will work out eventually. So far, nothing has worked out for me and I have epic Fear but I am applying for about five jobs per day now and I am confident that one day my big break will come. And yours will too.
This year there has never been more outdoor concerts and festivals happening around the country. Whether you’re thinking of hitting up Oxegen, Electric Picnic, Longitude, Indiependence or Sea Sessions, there is something to suit everyone’s budget and musical tastes. Whether you’re a camping or a day-goer, there are some very important things you need to consider.
Got anything to add? Leave suggestions in the comments below.