Kirsty Bosley: Bloodstock - there's no place I'd rather be

Sounds like a really scary thing when you look at it literally – blood, death, devil. But there is, in actual fact, nowhere else I'd rather be on a summer weekend. What sounds like a macabre trip to a weird place with odd people is actually nothing of the sort.

I have quite a varied taste in music, and can be found singing along to whatever soundtrack is playing in my head on any given day. It doesn't even matter what kind of a mood I'm in, I'll be singing in the ladies at work, in the corridors, in the shower, in the pub.

This means that I could be singing Céline Dion's Think Twice (THIS IS GETTING SEEEEERIOUS!), You Win Again by the Bee Gees (easily of of the greatest songs ever written) or a song by Cattle Decapitation. It really just depends on the day.

I harbour a lifelong love of music that began with my well-documented obsession with Top of the Pops 2. Through little girl's school, I taped stuff off the radio and was influenced by the musical tastes of my big sister. Kelli is 10 years older than me, and once skived off sixth form for a week to sleep outside the NEC to see Take That on every night of their stint at the arena. A decade later, I started at the school she'd long since left, and the fact that she'd bunked lessons to see Jason, Mark, Robbie, Gary and the rubbish one was not forgotten by her former English teacher. He recanted the tale to me as a bit of a warning, I expect. He knew what we were like: a bit mad.

It wasn't until I was a bit of an outcast teenager that I discovered the music that would really electrify me for all the years to come.