Brilliant!
I'm so glad this has been asked at last.


I'd been to a few mini festivals before but my first big one was Glastonbury 2007. To put it mildly, I went a bit daft and indulged in a few *ahem* excesses. One of the deciding factors in this was the fact I'd decided to go on my own, since most of my friends had a violent aversion to music/camping/eating food from a van. Disaster struck when I was staying at the Travelodge in Bristol. Was a nice evening and I decided to venture out for some food. Suddenly, without warning, the heavens opened and soon the water was literally running down the street like a river:

When I got back to the Travelodge, I realised I'd need my wellies well before getting on-site, because most of the street and the lobby had flooded, rendering the lifts un-useable. I trudged up 4 flights of stairs leaving the muddiest marks possible and wondering what several sponge-like fields would now look like.

The next day I got the coach from across the road and started chatting to a friendly bunch from Scotland. We cracked open a few beers on the journey (well, more than a few), not taking into account the fact that beer+standstill traffic = toilet disaster. Still, the lads of the group weren't to be discouraged and when the coach came to a particularly glued-up junction, asked the driver if they could hop off to water the verge. No sooner had they relieved themselves when the traffic miraculously started moving and the coach drove off. Everyone stampeded to the back of the bus to see the view of several men running down the road with their cocks hanging out, yelling and waving their arms.


As anyone who was there or saw the news about this time knows, Glastonbury 2007 was a veritable mudbath, and to get through it you had to be completely wankered. So in true survival spirit me and a group of people I started hanging with started on the white powders on Friday, and the fun truly began.
Some things I remember from the next few days:

Jumping on someone's coolbox full of beer during the Klaxons, breaking it and sending beer scattering everywhere. Also jumping on neighbour's toes and generally pissing off anyone in a 5-metre radius.

Passing out on the longdrops, somehow coming round when it was dark and having missed several acts I wanted to see.

Getting VERY confused and panicky during Bjork- running around grabbing people by the collar and sobbing wildly 'for god's sake HAVE YOU SEEN THE PINK UMBRELLA??!!'
I ran into the cast of Sesame Street who looked after me and the honey monster came along and lifted me on his shoulders: thanks guys!

Standing (I think I was vertical?) outside the portaloos with my legs and arms spread-eagled, yelling "Hang your bags on me!", getting some shocked looks from some Rah girls in Louis Vuitton wellingtons.

Trying to piss in a bottle in my tent because I was too drunk to go to the portaloos, but being female only succeeded in peeing all over where I had to sleep.

Freaking people rolling in the Glade by drawing Pan's Labyrinth eyes on the palms of our hands (and later middle of forehead, tips of fingers etc)

The morning after that night I woke up to find shit all over me, including under my clothes. I can only conclude that I must've rolled around in a portaloo naked, then got changed again.

As a parting shot, I picked up the best sequence of photos ever on the Sunday:






If at first you fail...

try, try, try again

(I'm not here was here on, Fri 5 Jun 2009, 10:57, 3 replies)

i cant see your photos :(
brilliant image of the guys chasing after the bus though :)
( pixel_fucker is going to need a bigger brush, Sat 6 Jun 2009, 18:24, closed)

Photos no worky
*sads*
( chart cat has an itch, Tue 9 Jun 2009, 6:44, closed)

Nice pics
though they all look the same with their red-spot-in-the-corner look...still, funny mental image of semi-naked Scottish blokes running after a bus!
(RVD420 has his world coming down on, Thu 11 Jun 2009, 9:42, closed)