Ahhhh, Glastonbury '94.
Second best Glastonbury ever. The Sugarlump sound system ruled supreme. Only the dance tent at '95 ever beat it. It was all downhill from there.
( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Tue 19 Feb 2013, 14:31, 3 replies)

Haha - yeah.
Glasto in the 90s.
So much better than the 80s when there weren't any pigs in uniform.
( 4Q just lurking, Tue 19 Feb 2013, 19:29, closed)

I seem to remember one year in the dance tent when a fire engine trying to get somewhere suddenly turned up and everyone started dancing around the flashing blue lights.
A story going round in either 98 or 99 was that someone had shat in Flitch's garden and after a terse phone call to the farm complaining, allegedly Michael Eavis suggested to her that it might be a dog and not a human turd to which he received the reply, "dogs dont wipe there bottoms with toilet paper,", I always hoped this was a true event and not a glastonbury urban legend.
(Finster Ate a cat biscuit for a bet, Tue 19 Feb 2013, 20:48, closed)

Some cunt nicked my toothpaste out of my tent pocket thing in 94.
I'd chased him about 200 yards before I remembered I was entirely naked.

Like anyone even noticed.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Wed 20 Feb 2013, 13:22, closed)