glasto 96
hitherto known as the first really shit rainy year... my pal and i set off on the tuesday proir to the main weekend so's we could get in and settled, meet folk and extend the fun..it rained all the way there so much so that the winscreen wipers on the bus broke and we had to sit in a service station for three hours till it was mended... we eventually made our way to bristol and managed to get to last bus to wells via pilton, it was almost warm and dry so we were really exited and looking forward to a chance to have some dancy fun... we made our way round the perimeter looking for an opportunity then, i chucks my mate up, he dangles down and takes the bags then prepares to help me up. i jump up, take his hand and crack.... WTF!! pal in agony we got in, just.... he's not in a good way...... pitch tent in very top field to right under solitary tree, as every year before that so we could meet up with folks and they could find us....
that night it rained..a lot and we got wet!! fucknuts... next day we put up the flag and decided to tag up the main wall overlooking the entire site, you know we was ere kinda thing... was going well till i ran out of paint so i legged it back to the tent to get more and ran into a broken branch at about eye level end on i have to add that we were well into the festival stash by this point so i was a bit smashed.... it put me on my arse and hurt,, a lot, asked pal how bad is it? he went a bit green and said pretty bad, blood pissing down my face and neck!!... i applied entire loo roll with pressure and skinned up, we went to first aid tent where well meaning lady went green too.. ended up in feild hospital with some dude telling me to get to bristol hosp... not bloody likely says i, my face was/is a mess and i still fetch out bits o wood and stuff from time to time, i had a gash right under my jaw on the left and up my cheek, also another under my left eye, while i was there i had him take out the stitches from a wound over my right eye from the previous week!! long story, (got dumped... really pissed and stoned and come off bike at speed, top concussion and scar).... any hoo me and pal spent night in more rain in ever deepening pool o water... we got to friday just as echo and the bunnymen were starting on the main stage we left... abandoned tent, sold entire stash, bought large industrial strength scrumpy vat and fooked off home nursing our wounds.....

might i add that in the previous 5 years we had had the most rip roaring substance fuelled joy fest ever with lots of bands seen lots of dancing to be had and plenty o sun and nekkid frolicks... it seemed that all my karma had come in at once and that was the singular worst ever episode in my life...

i have not been to a fest since and have not touched any mind bending stuff since....

still could be worse......
(TROLLING AWAY living under a post ironic bridge, Sat 6 Jun 2009, 17:18, Reply)