Friday, July 01, 2005

Glastonbury 2005 - Thursday

Wake up at seven fifteen and crawl out of the tent cos it's far too bloody hot. For some daft reason, we only brought my tiny one and a half man tent and slept in one of the ones we brought down for the two late arrivals. This at least means that mne is still nice and cool comparatively, tho not that cool. I manage to fall asleep again with me head in the tent and legs in the bit of shade cast by it. Which is nice, as it means I've slept in it for every one of the nine Glastonbury's I've been to in the last twenty years. I fear it may be the littlest hobo's last visit to the festival, so at least it isn't just acting as a wardrobe.

Sometime between nine and ten I hear the one of the most dreaded sounds of the festival - the first inklings of the 'Glastonbury twat'. Some young tosser going on about his time in Thailand, and about how it was so amazing and spiritual, and...some other shit that I manage to close my ears to. When finally dragging myself out of bed at half ten, the whole group confirms that he is indeed a worthy contender - not merely talking bollocks, but crap straggly beard and hair as well, not to mention the guitar that is lying dangerously close to him. No sign of a jesters hat tho.

Bravely we ignore him and have a lovely cup of tea before going a-wandering.

It's the first time Al has been to Glastonbury, her only other festival has been Leeds (where we've both done Workers Beer for the last five years or so), and she's more than a little surprised at the size of the place - but how could you not be? The Pyramid Stage area is bigger than the entire Leeds site!

It's a beautiful day and wandering around the Green fields and such like is lovely (tho who the fuck would possibly spend over a hundered quid on one of those massive pieces of ethnicy art??!!). We either meet up with Mick & Diane, or they came out with us anyway, and we find a nice looking cafe (Greenpeace one quite possibly) to break our fast in. Bloody hell - it's even more expensive then the service station was on the way down! The eggs are somewhat nicer, and the coffee definitely so, but £6 a meal, & £1.50 for a coffee??!! Glastonbury is no longer cheap by a big stretch of the imagination.

But wtf? It's nice food and sets us up for the day. We wander off to find Debi's stall (MsDiamante I think it's called, selling lots of semi-kinky plastic etc clothing that's not at all cheap (£650 for a silver chainmail skirt!), and far far too hot for this weather. It does look pretty good tho, but somewhere rather cooler methinks. I get a few bits of body jewellery off the nice woman and we stroll around Lost Vagueness, just seeing what's what and where and making plans for later. Time passes, as it does, and pretty soon we're sitting outside either the Tolpuddle or Bread & roses supping on some pints. And not just bloody Bud - but a quite nice pint of Guinness! Lovely stuff. Four pints later, it's probably time to go off and do something else. Buggerred if i can remember what tho.

Wander round some more, meet Steve (the eyebrows) Ian & Chris help them settle in - even managing to talk Chris into sleeping in my tent rather than the nicer bigger one! Life must be good. The weekend is looking good. Have a glance over the timetable, decide that I'll try and get up for Joolz and then amble around slowly tomorrow, but other than that it's time to drink and smoke. And amble some more.

And so it goes till about two, or something, when we decide it's time to make merry in the tent once more.

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