big chill 2007
went with my friend evie. she brought the tent. now, i am NOT in my natural habitat in a tent. there is nowhere to chill the pink moet and there is nowhere to plug in my straighteners. so i bought a stupidly expensive airbed (only been used the once, anyone want to buy an airbed?)to make it a bit more comfortable.

it took us about an hour to put that tent up, in full public view. there was not enough room and evie had only brought some of the bits, so we had to tie half the ropes to other people's tents, like some sort of parasite tent. and it lurched sideways, and it was so crooked the zip did not fasten. disaster.

the big chill is a great laugh, and we were lounging around happily drinking champagne cocktails from a jug, watching some old american dude play fabulous blues on stage, when i clocked a guy selling brownies. LOLZ, DRUGZ!!!!!!! so we bought four, completely ignoring his recommendation that we only had one each if we weren't big smokers. which we weren't. the brownies tasted like shit, but they were effective as fuck, the whole world started spinning and every last thing was hilarious. esp the guy who was so stoned himself that he walked into a mud puddle that came up to his tits right in front of us.

at about 6pm we thought we'd better go and put our makeup on for the evening festivities. so we staggered all the way back to the crippled tent, which was a huge effort as the ground kept moving, and got in it to get ready. and the next thing we knew, it was 8am...... we'd slept through 14 hours of dance festival. we were absolutely furious with ourselves. but we did feel fucking fantastic!

the only thing i do remember is that i was woken up at about 1am by the couple in the tent next to us having a screaming row. he had been through her mobile phone and found some incriminating shit, and she was trying to deny it. so all i could hear was her yelling:

"it's not what it sounds like!" and him replying:

"it's not what it sounds like? [PLAYING HER VOICEMAIL MESSAGES OUT LOUD] he can't wait to taste your sweet cunt and come inside you, what the fuck else can he mean?????"

so not everyone there was chilled. but overall it's a great weekend, and they even have proper toilets and showers for people like me who are showing their age! anyone going this year??? as i'm stuck at work on a feckin friday night, fantasising about it is cheering me up...
( rachelswipe with a fork, Fri 5 Jun 2009, 22:58, 1 reply)

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I am going this year. I've been to Glastonbury about 15 times, but last year was the LAST STRAW. And Orbital are playing.

I am so old that I find it appealing that there is an art market there, and space.

Is it good then?
( browser still relating boring anecdotes into a void on, Mon 8 Jun 2009, 15:05, closed)