Rock On!
Glastonbury festival 1997, I was 19, she was 23. We met after Ocean Colour Scene, drank a box of wine (classy). Watched Radiohead, in each others arms, in the mud. (Still one of my bestest memories). Wandered around the site for a while before being "invited" back to her tent. Cue much stress as I discovered a distinct lack of protection either on my person, or in any of the still-open shops (this was after all 2am...). Saved by some random drunk guy who heard my pleas at one of the shops - he donated his - what a gent...

Proceeded to sh*g, rather uncomfortably in a 2-person tent, before a morning stumble back to my tent for the daily beer. Never saw her again.

Still, if she's out there - thanks Jane

Apologies for length. But she LOVED it...
( The Teviot Moose major 5th., Mon 7 Mar 2005, 14:44, Reply)