What a blast! I can now tick off another ambition acheived off my "before I turn 40 list"! The festival of all festivals.
We arrived Thursday afternoon and we were very fortunate to have friends who had already pitched up our tent on Pennard Hill Camp, which was the best field (personal opinion) for camping, because as the heavens opened our tents remained mud free due to us camping on a slant.
(Just arrived)
Although we did have trouble finding our tent the first night there. Too many lagers whilst still getting your bearings in 900 acres of farmland and sharing this space with 137,000 other revellers is not congenial to finding a Orangy/brown (thank you Richard) two man tent. I had visions of propping myself up on a hedgerow all night, like the poor bastard dressed in just his boxers and green wellies who had clearly over done it on the pear cider, uppers and downers all in one sitting. Boy I bet he had a hangover the next day.
(Enjoying a beer, thats toilet paper wrapped around my head, because I had left my bandana back at the tent.)We went to see The Beat in the Leftfield tent that night, as there wasn't much else on, but I did begin to get my reggae type stomp down to a tea by the end of the show.
(Richard is The Karate Kid, aren't you Daniel son.)
I also faced my worse fears after four cans of lager. The dreaded portaloos. Now I have spent the last few years at concerts and festivals, working my way up to the biggy. And my affiliation with the portaloo has grown up with me. I went to Reading Festival and refused to go on anything except a porclain flushing pot. Then at V Festival last year I had no choice but to use the plastic cabin loos. I could cope with this as they did keep them well stocked with toilet roll and sanitary hand cleaners and you couldn't see what anyone else had diposed of. I thought I was doing really well until I saw The Green Glastonbury Crappers.
(Richard pointed out to me that he would always know which loo I was in due to the unusually decorated wellies.)
Dear Lord! Now I know when I said to the gang, I was going to Christain the toilet for my first Glastonbury piss, everyone shouted back
"What ever you do don't look down!" Of course I couldn't resist. Well! I have never seen anything like it. Some abnormal creature had left a dump the size of an elephant shit. No human could possibly pass such solid without abnormal bowel movements and a serious dose of piles to boot.
(Trauma at seeing Elephant Poo!)
Pictures will follow! >;0)
Of the weekend, not the Elephant Poo! Silly. (This bit was posted before I had the Piccy's, If anyone is wondering or even cares.)
