Review of June 2025

June 2025 was a month that Britain approached with the kind of optimism normally reserved for lottery winners and people who think they can “just pop into IKEA for one thing.” Because June is supposed to be summer. It’s the month where the weather finally stops behaving like a moody teenager and.

The month began with festivals, because June is when Britain collectively decides that standing in a field is a personality. There was the Cheltenham Science Festival, where scientists explained complicated things like quantum physics, artificial intelligence, and why toast always lands butter‑side down. It’s a festival for people who enjoy learning, thinking, and pretending they understand graphs. I once tried to understand quantum mechanics, but it turns out it’s basically just “stuff happens in ways that make no sense, and scientists are fine with that.”

Then there were the music festivals, which are like science festivals but with fewer equations and more people wearing glitter in places glitter should never be. June 2025 saw the debut of LIDO in London’s Victoria Park — a new festival described as “capsule curated,” which sounds like something you’d find in a washing machine. It featured big names, loud music, and the traditional British festival experience of queueing for a toilet that looks like it’s seen things no toilet should ever see.

Across the country, other festivals popped up like mushrooms after rain. There were rock festivals, pop festivals, folk festivals, and at least one festival dedicated entirely to cheese. Britain loves cheese so much we’ll happily spend £80 to stand in a field eating it while a man with a beard plays the banjo.

June was also a big month for concerts, with global superstars touring the UK. Dua Lipa performed in stadiums full of people who knew all the words, even the ones that sound like she’s just making noises. Guns N’ Roses continued their eternal tour, proving that rock never dies — it just gets slightly out of breath. And Nelly performed in Birmingham, London, and Manchester, reminding everyone that it is, in fact, still getting hot in here, although that might have been the broken air‑conditioning.

Meanwhile, in the world of sport, June delivered the usual British mixture of excitement and disappointment. Cricket season was in full swing, which is a sport where men in white outfits stand around for several hours occasionally doing something. It’s very popular with people who enjoy statistics, sunburn, and pretending they understand the Duckworth‑Lewis method. There was also tennis, where Britain once again pinned its hopes on players who immediately lost to someone from a country with a population smaller than Swindon.

But the biggest cultural moment of June 2025 might have been the final UK tour of The Searchers, the world’s longest‑running pop band. Formed in 1957, they’d been performing for 68 years, which is longer than most marriages, governments, and kitchen appliances. Their final shows were emotional, nostalgic, and attended by fans who had been following them since the 1960s or, in some cases, since the queue for the venue opened that morning.

June also brought the usual British weather chaos, because of course it did. One week it was so hot that people started Googling “can tarmac melt,” and the next week it rained so hard that ducks were filing noise complaints. The Met Office described the weather as “variable,” which is a polite way of saying “we give up.”

Elsewhere, the UK enjoyed the annual tradition of the Summer Sessions, a series of outdoor concerts where people drink overpriced cider while pretending they’re not cold. There were also food festivals, garden shows, and historical reenactments, because nothing says “summer fun” like watching a man in chainmail explain medieval sanitation.

And of course, June featured the Summer Solstice, when thousands of people gathered at Stonehenge to watch the sunrise and wonder why ancient people built a giant stone calendar instead of just buying one from WHSmith. Some attendees described the experience as “spiritual,” while others described it as “quite chilly.”

By the end of the month, Britain was sunburned, rain‑soaked, musically overstimulated, and slightly confused — which is exactly how June is supposed to leave you. It’s the month where the country collectively decides to have fun whether the weather likes it or not. A month of festivals, concerts, science, nostalgia, and the constant threat of drizzle.

In conclusion, June 2025 was a month full of noise, crowds, sunshine, rain, and the kind of national behaviour that makes you wonder whether Britain is a country or just a very elaborate queue.

In other words: it was June.