Let's be 1905, but not 1917.

I'm Emily, I'm 18, and I come from a reasonably large town in Staffordshire. I'm an A-Level student, and an aspiring linguist, when it suits me. When it doesn't suit me, I'm a wannabe musician who tries to be well-read and maybe a bit cultured. Hopefully off to the University of Nottingham to study French and Spanish this September, if I knuckle down and get the grades. Surgically attached to my iPod, first class procrastinator. Frank Turner is a bearded god, and without Belle and Sebastian, I'd have been a very miserable person.

Okay, now to convince Mum that an almost 300 mile drive is worth it.

Hmm. How to get around this one, seeing as I’m not even allowed to go to Wembley?