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Some friends of mine used to run backstage bars at Glastonbury. I did bar work for them, a few shifts for free entry and the slightly nicer backstage camping. One year we were doing the New stage called 'new bands'

I was on the morning shift helping set up. I had my head under the bar sorting out some glasses when a voice that had dictated my record buying for years said 'excuse me could I have a pint of bitter please I looked up there stood John Peel. I stood up to serve him.

"we're not open yet" barked the manager in charge of the shift
"but it's bloody John Peel!"
"I don't give a fuck we're not open" then she went out to the lorry to sort some barrels.

I turned to John "sorry about that she's a bitch, pint of bitter coming up, on the house"

Then we chatted for a bit about who we were looking forward to seeing. He recommended someone I'd never heard of who turned out to be shite.

I had a little smirk when New band's got renamed to the John Peel stage
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Fri 6 Dec 2013, 9:53, Reply)