Glastonbury Festival memories

[CambCelt]

Ben >>>

Have you any memories of Glasto ?

Good / bad / ugly ???



A bit on the mental side, was it not ??

Have you ever been there and met a beautiful woman who was so lovely but you were so hgdfggjhjh67574 and then a second later she was gone ?

Then you said fuck it and dropped another and went to the D.T. or Greenfields or outside.

[Earl]

I remember being at Glastonbury one year and we bumped into some young lass who was under the influence of something, and had lost her friends and couldn't remember where they were camped.

Like good Samaritans we said we'd help her look for her friends. I don't know whether she began sobering up, or whatever she'd taken started making her paranoid or something but she suddenly realised she was with a bunch of strangers and panicked and ran off.

Didn't help matters when my mate chased her.

[CambCelt]

I was always a 'on my own' type, although my Leicester friends had their own gaff up near the Farm (every year). All their tents faced into a fire in the middle. I was just over the fence @ Greenfields (every year) so it took me about an hour to find them (2+ hours with LSD) if I was on the case.

I remember the first time that 'everyone' had mobile fones - big queue for the mobby charging/credit up near Worthy.

The 'Meeting Point' was always rammed as everyone was meeting their friends there.

Poppers - every time that I smell amyl/butyl nitrate it reminds me of the D.T. (Dance Tent) in the 90's. Amazing how certain things can stimulate certain memories.

That tune 'Porcelain' by the bald bloke - every time I hear that I get reminded of getting mugged by a gang of scouse teens as that was the backdrop to me getting attacked by scouse teens when I climbed out of my tent. Gutted that no-one helped me out but I hit they cunts back and got my bag back from them.

Oh yeah, my dad.

He has always been a straight type of fella but one year he presented me with a present - a knotted rope with a grappling hook to climb over the fence with (this was in the days when we did not have they tickets) - I was stunned and from that day on my dad was officially cool.

[Earl]

Bloody fence jumper!

First Glastonbury I went to was in 1999, before the decent fence, and it was rammed. I preferred it after they kept the fence jumpers out.

The bogs got cleaner.

[CambCelt]

The bald bloke is Moby, who seems to have his head up his own arse. However, he once played live in the DT (before he became famous over here) and we were saying stuff like 'this Moby fella might be big over here soon' etc ...

Best memory - there are loads bit Orbital were class.

A snippet:



I do not think that I could handle (properly) a G again but I reckon that I might go back again, just to put it to bed.

All or nothing.

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[Earl]

We'll probably be going again in 2014, see you there.

[CambCelt]

I have never had a shit at Glasto.

Lots of Class-A drugs and Imodium put that to bed.

Tell you what though, the first shit post-Glasto was summat else.

[Earl]

I managed to avoid it most of the time, but sometimes you just gotta go.

Going in the dead of night when no bugger is about is a good idea. And watching for the bog-cleaners and using them straight after they've finished works well too.

[jools182]

My mate was determined not to shit so I kept getting him a really strong coffee every morning

[CambCelt]

<< Me.

On the train home (to Waterloo) - fuckin funny.



Bath train station.

Enough C-A's to nobble a horse and hundreds of 'Glasto-types' grinning at you until London.



Mint.