It absolutely bucketed it down. I am now convinced that Glastonbury is a three dimensional portal to Hell, Englands very own Hell Mouth, because it was sunny everywhere else except Glasto. Honestly, as you drove into the village the heavens opened and as you drove out again the sun came out. Twilight Zone or what?
Anyway, to shelter from the worst of the torrential downpours we sat in the Cabaret Marquee quite a bit, which was great for resting tired tootsies. Watched a fantastic show by Big Beats. They drummed on all sorts of items from shopping trolleys to kitchen sinks. A bit like the show Stomp, but without all the stomping!
We then watched Amy Winoe-house who was surprisingly sober, but it was only 3pm. Apparently someone said she had the twitches by the time they saw her on the Jazz Stage later that night. This was us sort of watching Amy. As you can see my wellies were never quite the same. Poor wellies. They sit forlornly in my kitchen still caked in mud.
I missed the Fratellis, because I fell asleep in my tent, Richard thought it would be fun to take a photo of me in alchohol induced sleep.
But I managed to get to the Pyramid stage just in time to see Kasabian. Great to see them again, but why oh why do they have to insist on calling me a fucker every time I go to watch them play? A girl could start to get a complex.
Lost Richard on several occasions, thank God for walkie talkies is what I say. They were pretty cool. I felt like I was on some covert operation. "Ksch Ksch that's a big ten four, over and out Rubber Duckie" Great fun.
This was meant to be The Waterboys.
I finally ended up at the Avalon Tent watching the Waterboys. Fantastic! Highlight of the day. The energy from the band and the crowd was electric. Tried taking a photo of them pogo hopping about the stage, but a very friendly hippy stood next to me pointed out that the lights on the stage were too bright. And he was quite right. Amazing! I thought hippies shunned anything remotely Techno? I didn't worry too much though, I just had another 7% proof Pear Cider and the world seemed a much better place.
