To answer truthfully
Glastonbury festival 05 - Monday morning, all the big acts had finished, leaving most of the surviving festival folk to gather around the stone circle on the first real day of sunshine after three or four days of a rather epic storm (at one point I had an african toilet gurgle at me, but that's for another QOTW).

Anyhow, spirits were high, people were cheering and dancing and lounging and partying and everyone cheered in euphoric delight as the great orb in the sky rose to dry us all out. The place suddenly looked so colourful.

After breakfast I wandered over to my friends who had commandeered a huge black kettle and they were joyfully brewing up some magic mushrooms which had been donated to us from some one. It would have been terribly impolite to refuse one.

Half an hour later. Heaven.

All I can remember was the raised spirits of everyone, the golden sunshine beaming down onto the colours of the crowd, the smell of campfires, beautiful people dancing and smiling and the aroma of various smokable herbs, all accompanied by wandering musicians and campfire guitar strumming... I had no option but to lie on my back, staring at the fine feathery layers of cirrus cloud that gently brushed the deep blue sky.

If I told you I saw Egyptian gods staring down from the skies, you wouldn't believe me - and i'm an atheist, but that's what my minds eye painted in sky.
(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Sun 8 Aug 2010, 19:08, Reply)