If you remember it you weren;t there.
As an innocent 17 yr old St John Ambulance Cadet with the ink still drying on my driving licence in the late 80s I was on duty at the local rugby club as per most Saturdays with Dave who asked me if I would go with him to rescue his son's car after the match from the Pilton pop festival. That's Glastonbury to you. My knowledge of Glastonbury up to that point was seeing cows grazing around the pyramid if we happened to go past the site and local news items about people climbing over the fence and how many arrests had been made.
We bounced the 30 or so miles to the site in Dave's landrover and went to the first aid post where Andrew's pride and joy, a chocolate brown Austin Princess with beige vinyl roof was. The gear box was knackered so it would require towing back. Up to this point I had only driven my instructor's Metro and the family Fiat Panda and never been towed but didn't like to mention that little detail. We hooked up and headed for home. At some point the petrol ran out as I discovered the brakes weren't doing a lot but Land Rovers a sturdy beasts and I didn't even chip the paintwork.
I can say I have been to the Glastonbury Festival. Along with many others I have very hazy memories of my time there. I did not hear any music and all I remember is a vast campsite and the queue for the cashpoint.
(jvz, Mon 8 Jun 2009, 22:04, Reply)