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Harrison Hendrix

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  1. Ok here goes!! I’ve been looking for a thread to tell this story in for ages!! One day back in 1997 I bought a ticket to Glastonbury. I was in Cardiff at a B &B across the road from the Angel Hotel. I was going to a gig that night. I phoned this number in the NME and arranged to buy a Glastonbury Ticket at short notice. I quickly noted the name of the place down while on the phone. After the gig I went back to my B&B. The following morning I skipped breakfast and legged it out the hotel to the coach stop. Where was I going? Morden. That was it I was going to Morden. I hadn’t bothered checking the note I’d written on the NME. I closed the door to the hotel room. Left the key in the door. I skipped down the stairs humming the lyric, In the deepest depths of Morden’, as I went. Good old Jimmy page!!! I got off the coach; skipped through the underground; changed somewhere and asked somewhere. I recall loads of smoggy stairs. I think a train heading to Brixton. Anyway there I was. Morden underground station. I’d been to too many gigs that month and was quite tired. I headed over the road to the supermarket bought an item and ordered a Black cab from the cab phone. The road between the station and supermarket was a taxi rank. It too was black, dark and smoggy. I was concerned about the fair, but it wasn’t much. The house was two miles away. The cabbie took me there and waited. The guys mum answered the door. Her teenage son sold me the ticket. I happily handed over the money and nipped back into the cab. It rode off with me in it. At this point something really strange happened. The taxi driver told me that there was another station. Only, one and a half miles, away. So I agreed to go there instead of back two miles, saving half a mile of cab fair. As the cab drew up to the, extremely ornamental, tube station building. I looked up at the glamorous art deco lettering. I got out the cab and the driver sped off. I had just arrived at Maldon tube station!!! The two stations were not on the same line. At some point in the journey, from Maldon tube station too Glastonbury, I, bewilderedly, grabbed the NME out of my holdall. In large capital letters it said MALDON!! I had scrawled this quite clearly. To this day I don’t know where I got the word Morden. I’d never been to either place in my life before. I had never been to Glastonbury. I hadn’t even considered it until shortly before making the call to buy the ticket. I have never forgotten this. I had no tube map. And even if I had how could I have known the two stations were equidistant from the house I was stopping of at!!? I got trench foot at Glastonbury, that year. It was very muddy.
  2. I had high hopes for more break in videos, this year. This was the only one I could find. With all the fence work going on, I don’t know why no-one filmed any of it. I suppose they must have confiscated the cameras.
  3. Found this on the internet. Same guy as last year. Breaking into Glastonbury. Thought it might be worth posting up.
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