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[Harsim]

After days and days of repetitive threads of people trying to predict bands, i thought id try to produce a thread with a little more content.

I thought it would be interesting if people explained their normal daily events at glasto, and what they look forward to.

Wednesday: Heavy day of traveling but generally arrive about mid afternoon. We get off the coach at pedestrian gate C, and make the epic journey down to Holts field located near to the jazz stage (west holts). This year we was unhappy to find the left field had invaded our regular campsite, but all was redeemed as i enjoyed billy bragg and his group of musical convicts around midday.
Half cold beer whilst tent is put up, then once tent is put up, beers are put in a bag, zoot is put behind ear, and i find my way to the brothers bar for a cold pint, in which is then drunk as we wander up through the green fields, healing fields, to our final destination of stone circle. We continue to drink the beers that we had earlier pocketed, have a smoke, then by the time we've enjoyed watching the sun go down, its generally time for bed.

Thursday: As with every morning at glasto, Thursday is started by a ice-cream fruit smoothie, brought from the place in the west holts field, which are the perfect morning wake-up. Although be aware of your change, as they have attempted to short change me on multiple occasions. We seem to chat around the campsite untill about midday, then the first drink is brought at brothers (or this year we was quite partial to the bar Rock the Kasbar). We then start epic walks around the site to see what had changed and whats going on.
Thursday evening we have tended to walk down to the late night areas, in hope of some rave whilst we're still fresh, which this year we managed to find the arcadia opening show, which was good fun.

Friday Friday we are enthusiastic to watch as many bands as possible, which normally means charging around the site and arguing about clashes. The group tends to split up as we all go off to view different things, but my girl and myself will stick together as we find fun things to do.

Saturday
Very similar as Friday, many bands are watched, many ciders are drunk. If the days are real hot, we take shelter and smoke alot and talk alot. Evenings are generally spent deep in the late night areas trying to keep pace with the rest of the crowd that are fired up on various substances, but by the early hours of the morning we have to sleep as alcohol doesn't quite fuel us to dance till sunrise.

Sunday By sunday most of the group have got to the point that the thought of alcohol makes us sick, but with alcohol left that cant go to waste, sunday is generally the big one knowing we have a 6hr coach journey the next day to sleep it off on. Sunday is probably one of my favorite days of the festival, knowing its all coming to an end for another year, you seem to appreciate the day so much more. By evening we hit it hard and a hidden energy seems to rise up, fueled by the knowledge that its the last night of the festival, we dance, talk shit, meet girls that could be boys, meet boys that could be girls, get lost on the way back.

Monday
Wake up, share stories of parts of the night we remember, slowly piecing together the night before and laughing at every aspect. Tents get packed up, then we find something to eat, and play with the camp equipment left behind. Making forts from inflatable beds is good fun. Then we sleep on the coach, knowing we have to return to worries of finance, education and other 'perfect' traits of society.

[rumpola]

Nice post  

As i have been to quite a few now (10+), I have tended to slow down quite a lot since the old days of seeing who could have the least sleep over the weekend, but here's how last years panned out for me......


Wednesday

I live in Bristol which is only about 30/40 miles away, but due to traffic in 2009, this year we left at 5am to try and beat the traffic and arrived on-site at 5:45am. Parked up in West Car Parks and opened a can of cider to celebrate. Found our old camping spot in Wicket Ground had been taken over by hospitality camping (thanks VIP's!!) so went one field over to Hitchin Hill and found a nice spot to set-up camp. After setting up and talking others into our campsite we had a few more ciders and a few smokes and decided to go and have a bit of a wander around. Watched the footy on Pyramid and ended up back at the tents for more beers and more smoking. Had an early-ish night.

Thursday

Got up around 7am and went to find breakfast. Had a lovely cheeze and ham ommelette type thing from a small place by the Other stage (and had it every morning after). Again mainly wandered around drinking and smoking whilst bumping into friends I hadnt seen for ages. Ended up by the Stone Circle watching the sunset and getting pissed. Eventually got back to tents around midnight for a drink around the campfire and then off to bed.

Friday

Up and had breakfast and then, once everyone got ready wandered down into the main part to catch some bands. Not a massive amount of must-see bands for me this year, but Snoop on Pyramid at 5pm is one of the few and he didnt disappoint at all. Couldnt then be arsed to go traipsing about site so just stayed there for the rest of the evening and endured the likes of Dizzee Rascal and the shambles that was Gorillaz. A friend then arrived to see me looking glum and made my day even worse by telling me he caught Thom Yorke and Johnny Greenwood as the special guests in the Park. Back to camp to drown my sorrows by the fire.

Saturday

Probably the best day Lineup-wise for me but again, not loads I wanted to see (Jamie T, Cribs, The XX aside) so spent it wandering and drinking. Ended up in Shangri-La but it got too busy and crowded so ended up back at camp for smokes and drinks around 2am.

Sunday

Today I had a problem to deal with. The one band I really wanted to see this weekend, The Hold Steady, clashed with the England-Germany game, so as most of my friends wanted to watch the footy I went with that option, WORST.DECISION.EVER. Not only did I miss one of my fave bands, I got to watch us get humiliated by one of our oldest (footballing) enemies. Spent hours sat in the burning sun and by the time the game finished, I just wanted to lie down out of the sun for an hour or two. A few of us went back to camp to chill out, and I fell asleep and woke up to Stevie Wonder singing from the Pyramid. Decided to sit there and drink the rest of my beer and smoke the rest of my weed around the fire without leaving the camp.

Monday.

Due to soooooo much sleep on the Sunday, I was wide awake at 5am, so got up and started packing up. Some of my friends heard me and also got up and started packing up. Left site around 7am and was home by 8.30am for a nice bath and some decent food.




All in all, besides the weather. this was one of my least enjoyable Glasto's due to the lack of bands I wanted to see and the heat making any journey across site a sweaty affair to say the least. Still, I will back again next year, and I hope to end up in the Hari Krishna tent at 3am dancing around to their chanting as I did in 2009!

[Gnomicide]

rumpola, on 15 November 2010 - 04:57 PM, said:

Today I had a problem to deal with. The one band I really wanted to see this weekend, The Hold Steady, clashed with the England-Germany game, so as most of my friends wanted to watch the footy I went with that option, WORST.DECISION.EVER.

I'd like to try and make you feel better by telling you The Hold Steady were crap.















But they weren't, they were ace. Loved 'em. Highlight of the week for me.

They were on at 13:10 though so were probably well finished before the football started.

I don't suppose that will make you feel any better will it?

I could post some photo's if you like. You could put a cd on and look at......... I'm not helping am I?

[rumpola]

Gnomicide, on 15 November 2010 - 08:07 PM, said:

I'd like to try and make you feel better by telling you The Hold Steady were crap.















But they weren't, they were ace. Loved 'em. Highlight of the week for me.

They were on at 13:10 though so were probably well finished before the football started.

I don't suppose that will make you feel any better will it?

I could post some photo's if you like. You could put a cd on and look at......... I'm not helping am I?

*Holds hands over ears, shuts eyes and starts shouting LA LA LA LA so I cant read or hear anything about this post ever again*

Honestly out of all the festivals i have been to this is one of my biggest regrets as I am a big fan, but havent managed to catch them live yet and I knew they would have been great. I was also thinking that there probably wouldnt be a massive amount of people there and the ones that were would have been singing along and everything.

One day I will hear Craig Finn sing the line" i was waiting for my ride and i got jumped from behind. i got punctured. i got stopped by the cops and they found it in my socks. and i got probed"

Thing is, I knew i would probably have enough time to see them and head over to the footy but I would have never found my mates in the 60,000 odd people waiting for the footy.

Now, where's my copy of Boys & Girls in America................

[Okky]

I tried writing one of these and got as far as Thursday and it's all a bit of an amazing blur... However, here's somebody else's account of my Glastonbury.

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The Wizard and his Apprentice first met in a land of smiling beards, weaved magic from Lysergic Acid Diethylamide and danced like epileptic marionettes until the early sun.

But this was just the prologue, for they were to met up again some hot summers day in  Glastonbury Fayre. Amid the disposable domes and £10 gazebos two generations met to compare and contrast their knowledge and experience of the forbidden chemicals, the mysterious pharma’s that can accelerate the human soul to godhead or show the unwary the monochrome devil of the early morning come-down.

The Pharma-Wizard.His eyes having seen many things but still glinting with life, chin grizzled with half-beard but cornered with a knowing smile. He came with his wizard family in a chariot of ancient but sturdy design, built when machines were supposed to last and not designed to fail when the warranty ran out. Dressed in wizard robes and holding a book of knowledge within his polished head, he was an experienced psychonaut.  Nothing could surprise him anymore, he had sampled all the naughty treats from the forbidden tree. He was firmly in control of the situation.

The Apprentice-Monkey was like a big warm Sugar Monster. With the boundless enthusiasm of those who have yet to suffer the indignities of working life he bounced round the guide ropes and discarded sack trolleys of the fields like a hairy young teletubby. A wide beam of sunshine awakened across his face as he cheerily opened up his massive tin of narcotics, a pirates chest of inexplicably illegal goodies .

The Wizard and Apprentice looked at each other and understood what had to be done.

The friendly Spongebob Squarepants tin was held aloft in awe like the Ark of the Covenant. It contained all manner of baggies, pills, powders, rollies and crystals. Potions and spells for a journey into psychonaut Vahalla, the others in the camp stared on with a mixture of amusement and dread of what possibilities were to come.

Like two civilised Englishmen discussing a cup of tea the Wizard and his Apprentice downed the first enchantment, to be followed by a toke of that most benign of oddly illegal narcotics. Pupils dilated, jaws started to grind contentedly and the sun went down behind the hills of Glastonbury quietly muttering to its flaming self “uh-oh”

The atmosphere turned to nitrous, the familiar burst of hippy crack inside tents. Like a pair of spaced out clowns the Wizard and his Apprentice inhaled from their flamboyant balloons and danced through an internal sonic landscape before landing back on Earth to a chorus of hysterical laughter underneath the gazebo of the camp.

Again, like genteel Englishmen on the far edge of reality they discussed the trip they had been on. “Well that went well didn’t it?”

“Aww man, it was like I was outside my body looking down and everything was cool!”

“Another balloon?”

Gas bags refilled, little fingers extended as if to sip earl grey from delicate china and “chin chins” all round.

The evening went on , others in the camp tried to keep up with the narco-sorcerers  but they were clearly pulling ahead into a league of their own. “Let’s go to the Stone Circle” someone suggested. Like a child who had just been told they were going to Disneyland the eyes of the Wizard lit up. The Apprentice, face as if he were chewing the largest ball of chewing gum rolled out from the gazebo like a happy teddy bear and screamed a youthful “YAY!”

They danced up to the top of the circle of stones, darting in and out of people and flames, cajoling the less enlightened in the group to follow and to keep up with their MDMA fuelled pace. For some the Stone Circle held the terrifying allure of the deep jungle during the Vietnam War. Amid the mystic ruins and primal flames lay self discovery but also unspeakable horrors. The tribal undercurrents which lay deep within all civilised 21st century humans ran strong amid the Stones, and the Wizard and the Apprentice were leading the charge into this intense dénouement of the first day of Glastonbury.

The view from the top of field was incredible, even without the accelerated consciousness which held the two in its merry dance. Hundreds of lights lay haphazardly stretched out before the group, like a organic city city of laughter, song and dance in the night.

Via magic the imaginary ball of gum in the Apprentice’s mouth came to reality but in his hair. The Apprentice marvelled at what his new found powers had done, curled a few loops of plastic goop from his long flowing locks and proceeded to chew (much to the horror and disgust of everyone else.) Tonight their pharma- kung fu was strong, thought was turning into matter. The magic of the Stone Circles had worked it’s Faustian charms again.

Wax candles were lit and the group gathered round to watch the two adventurers travel through inner space and beyond the infinate. Nearby a man in pink hotpants danced around his friends, singing songs of tits and ass. One felt this was not a normal state of affairs for him, his friends sat back and let him work out whatever he was doing by himself. He knew what he was doing and if he didn’t then it was probably best to stand back and watch.

For hours we sat, chatted about nonsense, sang songs of sexual adventure and personal shame. Strangers were invited into the circle in trusting way that outside the Superfence would be unthinkable. All the time the Wizard gurned like Alfred Steptoe and the Apprentice crafted biftas like a face chewing robot, mechanical paws a blur of skill and intent.

The crowds had thinned by the hour before sunrise; talk of nonsense had turned to deep conversations with the soul, people who hadn’t seen each other for months bonded again to make the world feel right. The group was joined by a young hippy, who was in a band and spoke of his easy going and non-materialistic view of life.

The Wizard and his Apprentice got more munted.

Just as the sun rose over the debris and detritus of the Stone Circle a delightful young couple came up to the group. By then supplies were low, maybe only a day’s worth of narcotics were left.  The couple took a drag on the bifta going round and trust was established.

“We can do a gram for £40 if you want” they offered politely. A gram would be more than enough for everyone left in the group who still felt the need. The early dawn suggested to many that a retreat to blissful slumber for a few hours to recharge for another day’s activities would be wise.

“How much would I get for £350” commanded the Wizard throwing caution to the early morning wind. Somewhere beyond the Superfence was the sound of a bank account whimpering.

For that Wednesday night was only the first (but most coherent) chapter in the tale of the  Wizard and the Apprentice. After that semi legible beginning night and day blurred into one long stretch of time, traditional boundaries of hours, daylight and minutes were irrelevant in their brave new world.

They had broken through the Singularity of conventional reality. For breakfast they ate acid. For lunch were mushrooms and for dinnertime the doors of perception were thrown wide open and Charlie the Unicorn thundered out, bellowing rainbow smoke from this nostrils and singing Muse albums in a Russian accent.

By the time the rest of the group had grabbed a few hours kip, been woken by the hot sun around ten o’clock and enjoyed the first spliff or beer of the day our two heroes had shifted into a parallel reality. It was similar to our own but where the hills were a slightly different colour where sweet things tasted salty, where left was right and the moon had an incorrigible smile (while the other one was purple and the home of space nazis.)

Adrift in time and space the Wizard and his Apprentice went their separate ways. Sightings of them were passed round the camp as if they were mythical beasts or confused visitors from another world.

The Wizard was spotted in the Glade later that night, eyes sullen like he had seen through a black hole into a dimension of hell to find Sam Neil standing nude, eyeless and heckling the Wizard (all to the tune of old skool rave music from the early nineties.)

The Apprentice giggled in his tent for eight hours then became transfixed by a simple LED torch which he claimed could unify quantum mechanics with the Theory of Relativity, a feat which only the Large Hadron Collider was thought capable of.

The Wizard was allegedly spotted dancing in and out of the letters in the Glastonbury sign, dressed only in a toga and followed by a group of delirious students from the University of Hull who beat tambourines and blew vulva-horns. For an hour they had proclaimed him the new Messiah, though the Wizard was oblivious to all this, lost in a private world of mind eating imps on motorbikes made of human body parts.

The Apprentice was seen challenging a singing robot in the circus field to a duel of intellects. The game? “Cock,Muff,Bumhole.” The prize? The future domination of the planet Earth The robot won but hugged the grinning teletubby with his metal arms and promised to look after Humanity when his kind were in the ascendant.

The Wizard attempted to find the third door in the “Rabbit Hole”, an adventure playground for adults in the Park Field. To his later regret he found it and was not to re-emerge for another day (although he claimed to have spent over four days in the pocket dimension.) Asked as to what he saw he replied “the horror” and then proceeded to run around  the camp trying to find where he had left his face.

By the weekend the two had uncovered the secrets of universe, slain dragons and fire-breathing metal insects, lost the secrets of the universe and with it any sense of reality or dignity. Despite the gap between them in years they had become brothers in pharma, two warrior monks striding into the unknown with only a tin of enchantments and £350 worth of MDMA to ward off evil.

The Wizard had indeed taught his Apprentice much among the fields of Glastonbury but in return the Apprentice-Monkey had taught the elder sage much too. Despite their baffling illegality the drugs had not only broken down the barriers of perception but also the barriers between generations and souls. Totally free from the constraints of the outside world they had gone on a truly magical journey through mind and space, at the time the rest of us could only look on in wonder (and mild concern) as they rode glittering unicorns into the intoxicating Glasto night but they were better and more rounded human beings because of it.

The Wizard’s wife though, was not best pleased…….

Best 6 days of my life.

Edited by Okky, 15 November 2010 - 08:52 PM.

[BlackHole2006]

I'm incredibly bored so might as well.

Wednesday

Woke up at 4:00AM. We were gonna leave at 4:30 but I wanted to get a shower and breakfast in so I did exactly that. After I ate breakfast I woke my mate up and he did a similar thing. Then my dad and sister both arose and we said goodbye to mum and set off. Took us about 3 hours to drive to Pilton. Nice quick and easy drive. Until we hit the traffic. I was absolutely despirate for a piss but there was nothing we could do about it. Tried going for a piss by the side of the road but was worried that people would be looking and worried that I would get done for indecent exposure so got back in the car. The traffic started moving shortly afterwards. Was hillarious watching people that decided to walk run to their mates cars. Got to Glastonbury at about 9AM. Ended up in a 3 hour queue. Eventually got in at about 11AM. Found a nice spot in Family Camping, finally went for a piss with much relief. Went back to tent with orange juice. Chilled at the tent for a bit. Went and got a bacon sandwitch then watched the football. After that we split up and me and my mate had a wander about. Went back to tent. Went out again at night, wandered up to The Park. Had some chicken. Got back to tent at about 2AM. Slepped.

Thursday
Had a prettey similar day to Thursday besides the hurrendous traffic and queues. Woke up at about 7:30 because the tent was like a bloody sauna with the sun beating down on the canvas. Went for the usual Strawberries and clotted cream with Tango for brekkie. Was so early that none of the shops were actually open and my mate was dying for a cuppa so we found some place that did tea. We went back to the Strawberries and clotted cream place and ate our breakfast. Then went back to the tent. Dad and sister were surprised to find out that we'd already had breakfast early. We said we were going off for a wander and we did so. Can't really remember what we did, think we might have gone to the green feilds and just chilled out round there. Watched some really nice folk bands for the afternoon and eventually met up with dad and sis for an evening of much wandering. Got to Shangri-La and walked about there for a bit and it was really great. Went back to the tent and my mate and I decided to go for another evening wander. We got back at about 2:30AM I think.

Friday

Woke up at about 7:30 and got out of tent as soon as we woke up again because it was way too hot. Had a morning wander and the usual Clotted cream and strawberries cornucopia. Then had a bacon sandwitch. Watched Rolf Harris who was great, met up with dad and sister. Wandered to the park to watch the Hypnotic Brass Ensemble who were also brilliant. Then we split up. Me and my mate went to the avalon stage to watch Lou Rhodes who was absolutely brilliant got to the front for that one too. After that my mate got some more tea to keep him going. We then wandered for a bit more. The evening was absolutely incredible. We went to the other stage early to get a good spot for The Flaming Lips. I told my mate we had to "put up" with Hot Chip whilst waiting for The Flips. Turns out we didn't have to "Put Up" with them at all because they were bloody fantastic. When the crowd dispersed after Hot Chip we managed to get 5 away from the front for The Flaming Lips. Talked to some australian chap who was also obsessed with The Flips. Some guy announced that Radiohead played the park stage earlyer on. Was gutted I missed that as I am a big Radiohead fan but oh well. The Flaming Lips put on the performance of the weekend. Then my mate got a toastie. We then went back to the tent.

Saturday

Woke up at about 9oclock. Had the usual Strawberries and clotted cream. Then went to find a shady spot with dad and sister which also involved Ben and Jerries. Went to watch The Lightning Seeds who were a bit rubbish. But then we went to the acoustic to watch The Leisure Society who were great. Me and my mate chilled in a shaded area a bit before we split up. I went to watch The National and my mate went to watch Eavis in conversation. The National were wonderful. Got back to see my mate lying on the ground in the same shady spot as before. Fair enough. We then went for a bit of a wander and went back to the tent during the Scissor Sisters. I went to get some pork. Came back with pork. Sat. My mate made a funny video of the tent giving birth to me. We had such a laugh. Then we went to meet up with dad and sis for Muse. Muse were very dissapointing I thought but whatever floats peoples boats. We then went back to the tent.

Sunday

Had the usual Strawberries and Cream. Wandered about for a bit. I then realised that The Bees were on at Jazz World and legged it there. Managed to get at the front again. Seeing The Bees was a great dicison. The Bees were really good. Then went on to watch The Hold Steady. The Hold Steady were also great. After that can't really remember what we did. In the evening we had one last full wander round the site untill we watched Faithless and Stevie Wonder back to back who were absolutely incredible. Then we went back to the tent.

All in all 2010 was an absolutely fantastic experience and even though my mate was a bit tough to put up with at times because of his unexpected mood swings it was a really good time. Really happy that I'm going with a different mate next year too. Can't wait.

[Gnomicide]

rumpola, on 15 November 2010 - 08:40 PM, said:

... I was also thinking that there probably wouldnt be a massive amount of people there and the ones that were would have been singing along and everything...

That just about covers it.

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One day I will hear Craig Finn sing

Touring in February:

Fri 4th Feb 2011 Southampton, Southampton University
Sat 5th Feb 2011 Bristol, Somerset O2 Academy Bristol
Sun 6th Feb 2011 Birmingham, West Midlands O2 Academy 2 Birmingham
Tue 8th Feb 2011 Newcastle Upon Tyne, O2 Academy Newcastle
Wed 9th Feb 2011 Glasgow, Scotland Glasgow ABC1
Thu 10th Feb 2011 Dublin, Dublin O2 Academy Dublin
Fri 11th Feb 2011 Belfast, Northern Ireland Spring & Airbrake
Sun 13th Feb 2011 Manchester, Greater Manchester The Ritz
Mon 14th Feb 2011 Leeds, Yorkshire Leeds Met Students Union
Tue 15th Feb 2011 Norwich, Norfolk Norwich Waterfront
Thu 17th Feb 2011 Cambridge, Cambridge The Junction
Fri 18th Feb 2011 Shepherds Bush, London O2 Shepherds Bush Empire

[rumpola]

Gnomicide, on 15 November 2010 - 09:06 PM, said:

That just about covers it.



Touring in February:

Fri 4th Feb 2011 Southampton, Southampton University
Sat 5th Feb 2011 Bristol, Somerset O2 Academy Bristol
Sun 6th Feb 2011 Birmingham, West Midlands O2 Academy 2 Birmingham
Tue 8th Feb 2011 Newcastle Upon Tyne, O2 Academy Newcastle
Wed 9th Feb 2011 Glasgow, Scotland Glasgow ABC1
Thu 10th Feb 2011 Dublin, Dublin O2 Academy Dublin
Fri 11th Feb 2011 Belfast, Northern Ireland Spring & Airbrake
Sun 13th Feb 2011 Manchester, Greater Manchester The Ritz
Mon 14th Feb 2011 Leeds, Yorkshire Leeds Met Students Union
Tue 15th Feb 2011 Norwich, Norfolk Norwich Waterfront
Thu 17th Feb 2011 Cambridge, Cambridge The Junction
Fri 18th Feb 2011 Shepherds Bush, London O2 Shepherds Bush Empire

This is one of the few times im not happy about being right, but I am glad that the fans enjoyed it.

Funnily enough, i just looked at their website and saw the UK tour. I will be at the O2 in Bristol on Feb 5th without doubt.

[amfy]

I started to do this but then I realised it's a long story! Maybe I need to blog!

[5co77ie]

mine's here:

http://www.efestival...n=blog&blogid=9

Edited by 5co77ie, 17 November 2010 - 03:54 PM.

[fullfathom5]

Wednesday: Worked and watched the England game at my local

Thursday: Left at 6:30am, got to Glasto at 9ish - piece of cake to get a camping spot. Chilled ou most of the day, had a walk round. Went along to the Baggy Mondays at Stonebridge.

Friday: Got out early to see Rolf. Also saw Snoop and Thom Yorke & Gorillaz - all absolute quality!

Saturday: More bands, chose Pet Shop Boys over Muse, quite enjoyed it. Ended up watching Frank Turner at Strummerville.

Sunday: Got incredibly drunk, watched the footy, wishing I'd watched Slash & Ray Davies instead. Caught I Am Kloot and danced along to Stevie. Left abot 1am, got home at 6am.

Booya!

[MJMilz14]

rumpola, on 15 November 2010 - 04:57 PM, said:

I live in Bristol which is only about 30/40 miles away, but due to traffic in 2009, this year we left at 5am to try and beat the traffic and arrived on-site at 5:45am.

ARGH!

2009 was my first (and so far only, untill next year) Glastonbury, and I made the decision to leave on the tuesday and go to Bristol, to stay with a mate who lives there and was also going to Glasto.

Up nice and early on the wednesday, absolutley pumped, and we set off.

8 Hours later we got on site! Even our friends coming from Plymouth, who set off after us, got there before us!

I guess it was just a one-off, but that queue really was mental. I remember at one point, we were outside a pub. I got out, went into the pub, used the facilities, brought a bottle of beer, and came back out to find the car exactly where id left it. It was that slow-moving!

[ian the worm]

ThursdayArrive to no queues in the afternoon, unpack, register and tour the bar where I work. A quick dash to the other stage to meet a friend who works there and then knuckle down to my first bar shift 11pm to 6am.  The backstage bar never closes between Monday and Monday and is at its busiest during the nights when workers and performers from right around the site come to enjoy the vibe from our sofas, live music and excellent beers.

FridayOff to bed at 8am but it’s too hot and I’m still too excited.  So after a lunchtime recovery in the circus tent I wander up to the stone circle and then into see Seth Lakeman at the green fields, then Kele, Snoop,  Florence and Hot Chip.  Back to base for some overdue sleep and I dosed off to the combined sounds of Gorillaz and the chorus of 5000 singing to the Bootleg Beatles in the nearby Acoustic tent.

SaturdayUp at 5.30am for my 2nd shift.  Very quiet but there’s always lots of work to do and nice people to share the time with.  When I finished at noon it was time for another 3 hour relax in the circus tent before trying to keep calm and bank my energy during the afternoon.  I didn’t see one band!  Then it was my 9pm to 3am shift which was a proper party time for me. I grabbed a 4am pizza on the way to Arcadia and Block 9.  Saw my first Stone circle sunrise and finally crawled back to my tent for 8am.  What a day!

SundayCouldn’t sleep much as again I was too hot so I enjoyed yet more time in the shade of Circus tent and then saw Slash at the Pyramid, 20 years after I first saw him at Donnington.  Finished the day with Jack Johnson, Faithless, Stevie and Plymouth band Willie and the Bandits til 3am. Again, what a day.

MondayFinal shift on the bar for me.  I proudly did 11am til 11pm and was pretty much ‘Last man standing’ when all the place was clean and tidy, straight to bed, happy and proud of my contribution to the success of another great festival.  The correct mix between work, rest and play is something I aim to achieve and this was my best year yet.

TuesdayUp early and straight home without queues.  Told my kids how much I loved them and proposed to my girlfriend.  Ah, the Glasto vibe.  Long may it continue?

[Chazeboy]

Weds: got in about 10ish left the wife to go and do Worthy FM interviews with Hogga, wife phones she has sliced finger open while putting up our flag, she is now in the farm field hospital, i wait for her, we then go and meet our mate at bus gates, its his first time, we then go to tents have a beer or two, then go to ciderbus meet and see everyone

Thurs: get up go meet hogga set up the efests football, while wife and freind go to car and get rest of football equipment. do football match. at night we end up at Brothers bar to spend our brothers tokens courtesy of football and brothers. late night at avalon cafe, good hazy times.

Fri: Roughish, but raring to go spend day wandering site see a few bands inc mumford and sons at JP, wander some more, no late night wanderings tonight, stay awake at tent till 3am ish chatting

Sat: same as friday except go to Rabbit hole for late night shenanigans, see Dreadzone who i love and must always see at Glasto, then wander round site, healing fields at 4am listening to some Jazz with 8 other people, get a waffle at 5am, go to bed...

Sun: wake at 10 go wandering, see and rock out to Slah and ray davies. Then evening dance (yes actually full on dance moves) to sissor sisters, then funk it up with Stevey. go back to tent, and finish off last of booze and pot noodles and sweeties, bed, wake with mate saying cheerio, off to get his bus.

Mon: have bacon rolls, pack up, while shouting bye bye to everyone (everyone that left hitchin hill from 10am onwards got shouted at "cheerio, see you next year") went to car and drove back to scotland

[The Nal]

Chazeboy, on 17 November 2010 - 12:53 PM, said:

wife phones she has sliced finger open while putting up our flag, she is now in the farm field hospital

Glad I refused her request to pin the efests badge on me after the match this year. Could've lost an eye!

Edited by The Nal, 17 November 2010 - 01:06 PM.

[Chazeboy]

The Nal, on 17 November 2010 - 01:06 PM, said:

Glad I refused her request to pin the efests badge on me after the match this year. Could've lost an eye!

hahaha

[karlpowell]

tuesday ... got home from work and loaded the car and set off , had a 4 hour drive to pilton, got in the car parks and had a bit of a sleep.

wednesday ....woke up early to find massive queue , loaded all gear onto my back and made my way in , I crack open my first beer then it all goes blank

thursday ..  blank
friday ... blank
saturday .... blank
sunday ....blank
monday ....  woke up with massive hangover and decided we would stay onsite till tuesday ( got pissed again)
tuesday ... woke up with massive hangover again , made way back to car , ours was now the only 1 left in the field , fell asleep in the back of the car and woke up again in bolton .
wednesday .... went back to work

Edited by karlpowell, 17 November 2010 - 04:14 PM.

[The Nal]

karlpowell, on 17 November 2010 - 04:11 PM, said:

thursday ..  blank
friday ... blank
saturday .... blank
sunday ....blank
monday ....  woke up with massive hangover and decided we would stay onsite till tuesday ( got pissed again)

Sounds like a banger!!

[Wooderson]

karlpowell, on 17 November 2010 - 04:11 PM, said:

tuesday ... loaded the car and set off ...

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tuesday ...woke up again in bolton ...

Helluva week.

[shiff]

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I'm incredibly bored so might as well.

Wednesday

Woke up at 4:00AM. We were gonna leave at 4:30 but I wanted to get a shower and breakfast in so I did exactly that. After I ate breakfast I woke my mate up and he did a similar thing. Then my dad and sister both arose and we said goodbye to mum and set off. Took us about 3 hours to drive to Pilton. Nice quick and easy drive. Until we hit the traffic. I was absolutely despirate for a piss but there was nothing we could do about it. Tried going for a piss by the side of the road but was worried that people would be looking and worried that I would get done for indecent exposure so got back in the car. The traffic started moving shortly afterwards. Was hillarious watching people that decided to walk run to their mates cars. Got to Glastonbury at about 9AM. Ended up in a 3 hour queue. Eventually got in at about 11AM. Found a nice spot in Family Camping, finally went for a piss with much relief. Went back to tent with orange juice. Chilled at the tent for a bit. Went and got a bacon sandwitch then watched the football. After that we split up and me and my mate had a wander about. Went back to tent. Went out again at night, wandered up to The Park. Had some chicken. Got back to tent at about 2AM. Slepped.

Did you camp in Family Camping because you had kids with you?...read the forums if you did'nt