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[duds]

sammysundae, on Apr 22 2010, 11:27 AM, said:

yeah, after 3 hours. it sounded militant. apparently they even asked him his brothers middle name, to check his identity.
it looked realistic that he would have just had to go home at 9pm on wednesday night and i think most people hear can empathise with what a shit day that had already been (13 hours in traffic, etc).

i'd never been before, so it really did seem like we were just destined never to get in.
what an idiot though, he had a hole in his pocket.

sounds horrific ! hope the rest of the festival made up for it though

[paulomas]

my only bad memory of the last 2 years i've been HAS to be last year, leaving the site on Sunday night at around 1am after blur. pissing down with rain, the car park was really muddy. my friends car gets stuck in the mud going up a hill trying to get out of the festival so i had to get out and push the car as she accelerated as hard as she good. the tyres are spinning and turning left to right, i'm pushing as hard as i can. all of a sudden the car jumps forward and i land face first into the mud. nice 2 hour drive home covered in mud, soaking wet and freezing cold.

which leads on to my best memory of glastonbury - the hot shower and bed when i finally got home  

[Spliffman]

2005 enough said!

  Always camp on high ground now!  

[strumpet]

I always have a severe case of LOGS (lack of Glastonbury syndrome) when I get home as I'm sure everyone does. The day after I got back in 2007 I had to go to the pub and go to a gig indoors freshly cleaned and groomed, it was horrible.

[JimOfTheJungle]

ukslim, on Apr 22 2010, 10:46 AM, said:

The Pyramid field, drenched, in the hammering rain, abandoned chairs as far as the eye could see, was a desolate sight. Horrible, and it put me off 2008.

One a bit like this. The saturday of my first glasto i properly overcooked it with everything like ive never done before (or since) and lost my nice sunnies (was silly taking them in retrospect) which someone pointed out at about 6am when i was just getting back to reality, so before crawling into bed, me and a mate trekked off at 6am to look round the pyramid to see what we could see. It was such a depressing sight of mess and waste everywhere combined with no sunnies and the worlds biggest comedown hangover, from what had been all fun a few hours back. Went to bed sad, but woke up happy, you can fix a lot with a couple of hours kip!

Couple of other bad ones -

Car totally giving up (head gasket) on the way down, motorway recovery, car rental, v expensive plan-ruining nightmare.

A mate being more than a bit worse for wear having to leave the festival and miss nearly all of it for the sake of his own safety was very sad at the time (although all panned out well since he's right as rain and been back to every fest since)

And I really ran out of enthusiasm in 2007 due to the endless endless rain, my campervan then getting stuck in the mud (sorry for 'adjusting' your fencepost during my 13 point turn, if your listening eavii) and the drive home with diversions due to floods nearly scared me off for good that year.

Although theres at least 100 good memories for every bad one!  

[musiclove123]

BenchBuddah, on Apr 22 2010, 03:48 AM, said:

My first Glastonbury me and my x were going through a rough patch, she was with her friends myself with mine. Anyway I met up with them and spent all day with them, had a great time. We were then walking past the Other Stage with me at the head of the pack, I turned around to see her fully embraced kissing a guy.

I just headed in the opposite direction and fell down in a heap. Ironically even though I was surrounded by thousands of people I have never felt so alone sad times lol

Alas they'll be none of that this year, single

She sounds like a complete bi*ch. Better off without her!

[Rufus Gwertigan]

musiclove123, on Apr 22 2010, 12:40 PM, said:

She sounds like a complete bi*ch. Better off without her!

Oh at Glasonbury 2004 I was working and after each shift my ex would f**k off leaving me with the 5 kids. I hardly saw anything of the festival as the little ones needed to be in bed. I later found out from other boarders that she had been trying to sleep with anyone and everyone. She went hme early and a "friend" stayed over with her and I got an email from him a year or 2 later saying he had slept with her!! Now that is a bitch!!

grrr.

[karlpowell]

In 1998 on the way to the site there used to be touts on the railings on the sharp right hand turn , I was with my EX at the time and a car infront of us pulled in to purchase tickets off said touts.

As the tout leaned into the car the passenger grabbed his tickets and the driver sped away , the tout tried to hold on for dear life ( at this point i thought im not hanging about and all so set off too) .

The tout let go of the tickets and fell from the car at about 30/40 MPH rolling infront of my van , I missed his head by inches having to swerve sharply at this point EX girlfriend bust into tears saying" where have you brought me?" .

We split up that year and i met my now GF she loves going  

[Absolute Wanker]

I got absolutley hammered and decided I had to go back to my tent for some kip. I ended up getting in a tent that looked like mine but wasnt. I woke up a couple of hours later having pissed myself in the only jeans I had brought. I left the piss-stained tent (yes I feel bad now) and made my way back to my real tent and tried to wash my jeans in cider (made sense at the time) and then went to bed again.

In the morning I realised I had left my mobile in my pocket when I was cleaning the jeans and the phone was ruined. The jeans were sodden and stunk of piss and cider so I had to walk to a stall in my underpants to buy some hideous cheap trousers - I am sure everyone knew that I had pissed myself. Awful, truly awful

[KANKLES]

Missing Springie last year.
A overdone it last year on the fri and ended up in my tent for most of the Saturday.
A tried to watch Springie but a only managed a few songs.

[4AssedMonkey]

Absolute w*nker, on Apr 22 2010, 01:24 PM, said:

I got absolutley hammered and decided I had to go back to my tent for some kip. I ended up getting in a tent that looked like mine but wasnt. I woke up a couple of hours later having pissed myself in the only jeans I had brought. I left the piss-stained tent (yes I feel bad now) and made my way back to my real tent and tried to wash my jeans in cider (made sense at the time) and then went to bed again.

In the morning I realised I had left my mobile in my pocket when I was cleaning the jeans and the phone was ruined. The jeans were sodden and stunk of piss and cider so I had to walk to a stall in my underpants to buy some hideous cheap trousers - I am sure everyone knew that I had pissed myself. Awful, truly awful

That is well f**king funny!  

I got the raging shits last year for 2 & 1/2 days, despite muching down Diacalm like M&M's.  

The low point was either Friday night when it first kicked off and made me miss Doves, or Sunday when (having gone all day with little or no problems) it came back with a vengeance during the Madness set.  I just managed to get to the Turdis's adjacent to the Pyramid field before sharting and ended up in a well manky Turdis, which stank to high heaven.  Sat there in the foetid enclosed space, turning my bowel inside out, Madness than chimed in with "welcome to the house of fun..."  To say I had a sense of humour by pass would be an understatement.  Gave my mates a good f**king laugh though.

[paulomas]

Absolute w*nker, on Apr 22 2010, 01:24 PM, said:

I got absolutley hammered and decided I had to go back to my tent for some kip. I ended up getting in a tent that looked like mine but wasnt. I woke up a couple of hours later having pissed myself in the only jeans I had brought. I left the piss-stained tent (yes I feel bad now) and made my way back to my real tent and tried to wash my jeans in cider (made sense at the time) and then went to bed again.

In the morning I realised I had left my mobile in my pocket when I was cleaning the jeans and the phone was ruined. The jeans were sodden and stunk of piss and cider so I had to walk to a stall in my underpants to buy some hideous cheap trousers - I am sure everyone knew that I had pissed myself. Awful, truly awful

if this was facebook i would have 'Liked' that. so funny hahaha

[DiscoDolly]

Standing  on the old railway embankment looking towards the Other stage  very early Monday morning 1998. The rain was absolutely sleeting down  and the field  itself was flooded,  it was freezing and we had lost the tent and most of our equipment due to flooding,    My pal was wallking through all this in his stocking feet as his boots had disintergrated the night before.  Everything we were wearing was totally saturated and  i was coming down with what turned out to be a case of the worst runs and fever i was ever going to  have in my life because of the dirty water that i woke up inside the tent  with when the field flooded,  It really was like a war zone  and i swore id never return it was horrible!

Of course i was back in 99 and the weather was fantastic and i had a great time   but i will never forget that feeling of desolation and total despair at what the weekend had turned out to be.......it also really really made me appreciate my comforts and realise what a soft existance we have in this country  and what a set of self obsessed whingers we can be at times.

Edited by DiscoDolly, 22 April 2010 - 01:18 PM.

[smiley33]

I had a bad turn in the glade and walked out to the railway and there was a security shed - no security in it - I went in it and locked myself in and phoned my girlfriend at the time who was at home to come and help me - obviously she couldn't - she was trying to phone my friends who were there to help me so was asking me where i was - all i could do is peep out the door and i saw an ice cream van, so i told her that's where i was - little did i know there were 2 ice cream vans about 30 feet apart - doesn't sound like a lot of distance but when there's loads of people you can't see the wood for the trees - i didn't tell her i was in the shed tho so everyone was looking for me at the wrong ice cream van - anyway, cut a loooong story short - a woman heard me crying my eyes out in there and opened the door (which i thought was locked) and came in and did reiki on my head...amazing...all i could hear was my gf saying 'are you there? are you ok? what's happening?'...reiki woman got me thro the bad part and when i ventured outside and stood by the ice cream van my phone went and it was my mates who were standing 30 feet away looking for me...haha...i blamed it all on them...

[hallamboy]

Getting conjunctivitis one year! It made watching a great performance by Queens of the Stone Age very difficult. Thankfully after a trip to the medical tent I was quickly on the mend.

[duds]

smiley33, on Apr 22 2010, 03:04 PM, said:

I had a bad turn in the glade and walked out to the railway and there was a security shed - no security in it - I went in it and locked myself in and phoned my girlfriend at the time who was at home to come and help me - obviously she couldn't - she was trying to phone my friends who were there to help me so was asking me where i was - all i could do is peep out the door and i saw an ice cream van, so i told her that's where i was - little did i know there were 2 ice cream vans about 30 feet apart - doesn't sound like a lot of distance but when there's loads of people you can't see the wood for the trees - i didn't tell her i was in the shed tho so everyone was looking for me at the wrong ice cream van - anyway, cut a loooong story short - a woman heard me crying my eyes out in there and opened the door (which i thought was locked) and came in and did reiki on my head...amazing...all i could hear was my gf saying 'are you there? are you ok? what's happening?'...reiki woman got me thro the bad part and when i ventured outside and stood by the ice cream van my phone went and it was my mates who were standing 30 feet away looking for me...haha...i blamed it all on them...

Ace ! ! !

[Buddhafish]

DiscoDolly, on Apr 22 2010, 02:17 PM, said:

Standing  on the old railway embankment looking towards the Other stage  very early Monday morning 1998. The rain was absolutely sleeting down  and the field  itself was flooded,  it was freezing and we had lost the tent and most of our equipment due to flooding,    My pal was wallking through all this in his stocking feet as his boots had disintergrated the night before.  Everything we were wearing was totally saturated and  i was coming down with what turned out to be a case of the worst runs and fever i was ever going to  have in my life because of the dirty water that i woke up inside the tent  with when the field flooded,  It really was like a war zone  and i swore id never return it was horrible!

Of course i was back in 99 and the weather was fantastic and i had a great time   but i will never forget that feeling of desolation and total despair at what the weekend had turned out to be.......it also really really made me appreciate my comforts and realise what a soft existance we have in this country  and what a set of self obsessed whingers we can be at times.

I feel your pain.

I went through a similar thing in '98. I went with no waterproofs (couldn't afford any) and stupidly tried to convince myself and anyone who would listen that my big wooly jumper would keep the rain out (whoever heard of a drenched sheep?   ). Anyway, by Saturday night it was down around my bloody shins and I was borderline hypothermic - that year was fecking COLD as well as wet. My sister had to take me back to my tent, get a cooker going inside the tent and curl up around me until I stopped shaking. I've never been so miserable in all my life. It's just as well 99 was a scorcher or I think I'd have never been back. As it is, this year will be my 20th anniversary of my first one so the Glasto spirit prevailed.  

[Langdale Wolf]

DiscoDolly, on Apr 22 2010, 02:17 PM, said:

it also really really made me appreciate my comforts and realise what a soft existance we have in this country  and what a set of self obsessed whingers we can be at times.

Ain't that the truth!!!!!

I felt similar in 2007 after 5 days of traipsing around in thick mud.  I was exhausted, I'd had enough, I was wet, miserable and sore.

Once I was home and showered, I put the highlights of the weekend on telly and wanted to be back there.

We're just soft westerners who need to grow a pair, I reckon!!

[Filthy]

I've told this before and is more "My worst glastonbury" than my worst moment but not a bad story all the same

1999, my first glastonbury. I couldn't get time off work bar the Friday afternoon. All my friends had driven down Thursday and set up. My plan was to get there as early as possible Friday, ring my friends once inside and get sorted. My best mate had agreed to check the meeting point every hour or so anyway so I was confident it wouldn't be a problem. Managed to get to the meeting point about 8pm and started phoning my mate. Straight to answer phone. I tried my other mates. All switched off. This went on til about midnight by which time I'd a) managed to leave the bag with my tent in somewhere and lost it  decided to neck my stash and start on my weed by way of compensation for not finding anyone yet. Finally my mate's phone rang.

"At last! Where are you mate?"

"I'm on my way home. Me and Michael have had a fight, I couldn't handle it and drove off"

"I've been trying the others phones, any idea why they're not answering?"

"Phone coverage was rubbish so they left them in my car"

By this point I was at the end of my tether, through my rage I ascertained they were camped "In the greenfields" so I headed there. I found a cafe and as it was well lit decided I might as well sit down with my stuff, crack open the vodka and have a look for my mates (I don't think I'd quite grasped the enormity of the place at this stage ) I got talking to some lovely people and explained my predicament. They'd brought a big spare tent down for just such occassions so I went back to their camp. I ended up staying up all night nattering with said lovely people and trotted off with them in the morning to check out the early morning bands.

Through the crowds I spotted a mate who I didn't know would be there. In my excitement I ran up to him and went through the whole sorry story. My key mistake was not keeping an eye on my new found friends who'd sauntered off to see Beth Orton. Then I remembered my bag. My bag that I'd left at their tent. My bag with all my stuff in for the weekend and 200 cigarettes. I arranged to meet my mate later and decided to go back to get my bag. The problem is the walk I'd taken in the dark looked very different in the morning light. I didn't have the first clue where it was.

Therefore the rest of my Saturday was spent watching the odd band interspersed with fruitless searching of the campsites. I managed about 2 hrs sleep in the middle of the field somewhere and did at least manage to catch Super furry animals and Orbital. It got to about 4am Sunday morning, it started raining, I was down to my last fiver, pretty much all set to go home once I'd got my head down for a few hours. I decided to have one last pint and sleep somewhere once the rain stopped. Then Alabama 3 started playing in the bar I was in. Suddenly everything seemed that bit better. The sun came out a couple of hours later. walking down the path I'd walked a million times that weekend I spotted the friends I was supposed to meet on the Friday I got there. Overjoyed but shattered, I collapsed for about 6 hours.

I managed to see about 2 bands and then left at 6pm as I didn't have the Monday off. I had to drop friends off in Milton Keynes and didn't make it home til 1am. Somehow made it into work the next day without bag, tent, sleep but a story and somehow still a sense of having had a good time. You've got to laugh

[deardo]

Last year i was one of the lucky ones who came down with suspected swine flu. Nightmare, spent most of the weekend in my tent feeling like i was about to die. Turned out to be man flu in the end though.