1997. Me and my then girlfriend arrived by bus from the station late on Thursday night in the pouring rain. My mate had arrived on Wednesday to pitch our tent and, as neither of us had a mobile phone at that point (those were the days!!!!), we had arranged to meet him in front of the main stage between 9 and 10pm. In our haste to find our way we ended up walking through all the tents from the farm house down to the top of the Pyramid field so by the time we got to the front of the main stage, my mate had moved on leaving us in the rain and mud with all our stuff, nowhere to go and no way of contacting him.
After 45 mins of a 1.5hr queue for the phone box in a knee deep muddy lake (those weren't the days!!!) I saw a bloke on a mobile phone passing by so offered him a couple of quid to use it. We met my mate, who had been busy imbibing every possible substance all day, and he was just about able to march us across to Joe Bananas blankets and on to our tent in Pennards to sit around a warm fire and get settled in for the night.
We were woken by the Other stage sound testing and my girlfriend getting her period which was the only thing she had said would make her go home. Like veterans of the trenches we were able to get through the blood, mud and tears, and recover our determination to have a good time. What helped greatly was the music. We started with the Levellers followed by Beck and after a full day of fun our Friday night ended with the Prodigy playing one of the best gigs I have ever seen. The following night was the legendary 1997 gig by Radiohead and despite the mud being worse than any other year (and I've been to all of them since), I can honestly say it was the most incredible experience I ever had. There is nothing quite like your first time. Thanks for the thread!
Incidentally, if like me you wanted to see what it was like or relive any of it (including the BBC's first coverage) you can check it out here...