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  1. 35 points
    Here’s my idea behind Glastonbury and why it isn’t just a festival.. I hope you enjoy... It’s not just a festival, It’s the celebrations of bagging the golden ticket or the real heartbreak and sadness of missing out. (I experienced this first hand yesterday, like so many of us did, it fucking hurt!) It’s the months of planning and the excited build up that happens following the October sales, and the dreaded wait for April resale’s. It’s the moment you realise you now have an extended family, referred to as non other than ‘The Glasto Fam’ or Crew depending on your preferences. It’s the anticipation of waiting for the line-up to be released, which is then followed by the endless discussions of whether the headline acts are actually worthy of being the headline acts, or if in fact the legend slot is being taken by a legend and that “there are so many other things to do than being a chair w*nker at the Pyramid Stage”. It’s the sleepless nights over the months to come when the dreams (and/or most likely nightmares) leading up to June become more and more like dodgy acid trips after fuck all sleep, fuck all food and fuck all of anything other than partying. It’s the packing, unpacking, repacking, downsizing, repacking, unpacking, realisation you have far more shit than what is physically possible to carry, loading it all onto a trolley you know full well will be more hindrance than help when the wheel falls off, or the load top sizes, or the vans suspension has totally gone.. but fuck it, we do it anyway. It’s the setting up camp with the Family, now realising that all the shit that’s been packed actually does come in useful, and you’ve created a home away from home.. that is Glastonbury. It is the sound of the first can of lager (I can already feel the wrath of you cider drinkers) you crack open, whilst sitting back in your chair, feeling accomplished at what you’ve just achieved over the last 8 months and cheers’ing your fellow campmates and neighbours that “we’ve finally arrived, now let’s let our fucking hair down and live these next 5 days how we are supposed to for the other 360 days of the year”.. It is what I can only describe as ‘going through the Pilton wormhole into another world, that is our Glastonbury Festival’. It is the first time you walk through the gates, getting your wrist band and ensuring it’s ‘not the hand you wipe with’, with a happy smile at the stewards and a knowing nod of what’s to come. It’s the exploration, the first glance of the stages, the appreciation of walking around the site before the thousands return in their droves all ready to enjoy their own individual Glastonbury. It’s the smells of the food stalls, the feels of the distant rumbling of baselines, the sounds of the nos canisters (that you then go on to curse as you see them scattered all over the once was green grass and slip up on them trying to reach the sign) and the sights of all us wonderfully happy people bimbling about. Its the banging of the long drop doors, that once haunted your dreams now becomes a sound of such familiarity again it’s almost (almost) a welcome hug.. and the smell.. well no, there’s no making that nice but it’s the friends you make in the queues all sharing the same notion “this fucking stinks” but that’s soon forgotten as you then begin to divulge in each other’s lives. It’s not just a festival, it’s a place to be at one with yourself, to discover your roots of who you really are, to share memories and create them, to love others and feel loved by others, to feel the true sense of comradery as a stranger reaches over to you and asks “are you okay?” or without hesitation pulls you from the mud you appear to be stuck in. Its a place where true friendships are formed, where you learn to trust others and genuinely see that not all of the human race are bad people, that there are those who care, those who empathise and those who just want to live in harmony. It’s not just a festival because it’s place you can go to heal. Where you can feel the magic and enchantment that comes from the stone circle and soak up the positive energies from the sacred grounds. It’s a place to find new music tastes, and discover sounds you’ve never heard before, whilst dancing like a complete bafoon...but not giving a fuck because everyone else is too. It’s a place to loose the anxieties, to forget the stresses of life, to unconform and not fit in to social norms.. it’s a place to be exactly the person you want to be, to release the inner child, to express your personality through the clothes you choose to wear (or the lack of clothes), to feel confident, to feel alive, to feel earthed and grounded, to feel enlightened and loved by all, to let go of the labels and stigmas, to loose the stereotypes .. and that’s just me. It’s a moment in time where you feel so alive, and so free spirited you wished it would never end. It’s that perfect place where you look at your girlfriend, and you fall in love all over again, and you realise in that split second, that perfect moment you want to spend the rest of your life with her. It is standing at the top of the ‘hill of death’ for the last time that year and turning around absorbing the flashing lights, the chants of distant music, the laughter and giggles of those walking by safe in the knowledge you’ll be back again soon. It’s more than ‘just’ a festival, it’s so many things, so many experiences, so many sights, smells, sounds, emotions and feelings. It’s a place that can not be described in the same way by any one person, it’s so unique and individual and each and every one of us holds a very special place in our hearts for the beloved Glastonbury. And thats just some of my thoughts...I do not call myself a veteran, or a person who ‘deserves’ a ticket, I believe we are all worthy of a place there, but what I am is ‘just’ another person who has fallen in love with Glastonbury Festival. Not getting a ticket Sunday has evoked an emotion to warrant me writing this, and to actually sit back and realise what Glastonbury means to me.. so, with this knowledge, I know I am at the beckon call of those Glasto Gods, and a willing servant to Glastonbury Festival. ROLL ON APRIL RESALES. Wish meluck!!
  2. 23 points
  3. 15 points
    The Beatles should totally appeal to the yoof of Glastonbury. They’re only drum n bass now. *”COAT!”
  4. 15 points
    We all hate Mumford and Sons because they're really shit
  5. 14 points
    Thanks all, very glad to see the playlist getting so much love!! Updates since the start: Henge, announced by Shangri La on Facebook; Mik Artistik's Sweet Leaf of the North replacing another of his, after a discussion on Twitter (including the band's promoter, and attracting a like from the man himself!!); A track from Tony Bowen, who plays a human jukebox set, at his request; Bradley Cooper, following his comments about playing the Park (2 of them duets with Gaga, but don't get your hopes up just yet); Today's new Strong Rumour - Orbital. I also knocked up a cover image. Was going to use one simply of the sign, but ended up playing around with a snap from Foals on the Pyramid from 2016, and came up with this. I just hope it doesn't make newbies think we get ribbons all the time!
  6. 12 points
    One year whilst heavily intoxicated at Latitude (having recently spent time at Glastonbury in lots of micro-venues), I found a mysterious looking shed hidden somewhere in the woods with the door very slightly ajar so I ventured inside... had some gardening tools in it.
  7. 11 points
    The 'outrage' is that the advice is putting the onus on the women to regulate their behaviour which is absurd. Rather than effectively telling women "dress more conservatively, don't wear headphones, moderate your drinking", they should be telling men "Do not f*cking sexually assault women" because clearly the message is not getting through to certain men. And then the police themselves should be taking sexual assaults more seriously. It's clear from the gap between women who have experienced sexual assault compared to the actual number of reported assaults that women have very little faith in the police and even less faith that there will ever be a conviction. So they don't both reporting it. The real fucking world is that men are sexually assaulting women and women are being told to look at their behaviour rather than the blokes being told to look at their own. That is, perhaps, why some feminists are loud and shouty because they quite like shouting out that it's not their fucking fault. Women don't want 'protecting', they want men to stop sexually assaulting them.
  8. 11 points
    Bit harsh. It was just a suggestion... 😉
  9. 11 points
    The only thing duller than a Fleetwood Mac record is the dithering will they/won't they around Glastonbury. If I was Eavis, I'd be like 'Oi, you tall c**t with the scarf, and you, other c**t who I don't know, shit or get off the pot'
  10. 10 points
    I hate that theres this "air of fear" supposedly around talking to women now. But if you know youre a respectful human, as you surely do and surely are, just be who you are. I welcome a chat from a stranger, no matter the gender. As someone who has had a exposed penis pushed into her back at glasto... I think all we as women are trying to potray is that safety and respect isnt always a give in for us. Had I have been just with my other female friend... that situation may have turned badly. I dont let this cloud my judgement of men... but I do have a certain level of apprehension for my safety in certain situations, and although I try not to alter my behaviours, it is a thought in my mind whenever I do something. I've honestly met the nicest respectful guys I've ever met at this festival... But even if 1 in 10,000 are a w*nker... some women are going to be having bad experiences. We know its the minority but we still have to stay safe.
  11. 9 points
    When I was younger, my Dad... who loved opera and classical... was fairly dismissive (shite might not have been a term he would use, but it was along those lines) of all the music I listened to. I gave up trying to reason/argue with him, preferring instead to cocoon myself with headphones to avoid the conflict. Now with teenagers myself, who like hip/hop, grime (my lad) and “pop shite” (my daughter) I take the time to listen to and discuss a lot of their music. I may not share their tastes, but they’ve introduced me to some good stuff I wouldn’t otherwise have listened to. Some of my most enjoyable sets at the festival have been going to acts I don’t particularly enjoy with my daughter and watching her sheer enjoyment. Adele, Florence, Charli XCX, Ella Eyre, all acts I would not have been at without her. They were all fantastic. My son, who will be a newbie, is also coming along next year. I’m sure I’ll find myself at some hip/hop or grime artist I have no interest in.... and I’m sure it will be ace. I also really hope Taylor Swift or Little Mix play. My daughter would love to see either. Theres plenty for everyone there, and as has been pointed out countless times here... the Pyramid headliners don’t need to be your cup of tea. Or “big enough to headline” whatever the hell that means. Smallest crowd I’ve seen for a headliner at Pyramid was Radiohead.... who I adore! But I’m old. So that’s as it should be. Pink, Gaga, Swift.... the field would be rammed I suspect... as it was for Sheeran. Who also qualifies as “pop shite” in some eyes. I suspect my Dad called Fleetwood Mac and Macca “pop shite” when he passed my room in 1975. They’re “ancient pop shite” if you like.
  12. 9 points
    Whilst I vehemently disagree with them, I can appreciate how some men can feel about this subject. Attitudes and behaviour which have been the norm, have largely gone unchallenged and even justified as ‘lad culture’ or ‘locker room talk’. It’s never been acceptable but because it’s existed in lots of forms across culture, and toleration of it has become internalised by many women, it’s come with an illusion of justification. Now casual misogyny and outright disrespect against women is being rightly called out, some men feel affronted and even powerless. They’re perpetrators in a debate that is being delivered right to their doorstep. You sometimes hear some men saying things like ‘but I would never’, and acting exasperated that their own relationship with women is being questioned, as if they’re being lumped in with the more vile offenders they share little in common with, let alone misogyny. To those men, I would say: it isn’t about you. Although it can seem natural to reel defensively when your gender associates you with accusations that don’t seem to fit, what we’re talking about here is systemic. It’s about cultural standards and norms that many of us as guilty of perpetuating, even if only by omission. Although I would never dream of knowingly disrespecting women, I know I bear some responsibility by being around others who have and keeping my mouth shut. Many of us have been in that locker room and said nothing. If it all seems too much, I get it. There’s a lot of anger surrounding this, steadily boiling over many years until very recent events like Trump’s pussy grab tape, Weinstein’s story of standardised abuse, etc. caused it to explode and many people to say ‘enough of this shit’. While it’s temptimg to lash out and defend how righteous our own behaviour might be, I think the correct attitude is to listen, to try and understand, and to check our own behaviours. Women have had to endure putting up with repugnant attitudes of sexual ‘fair game’ and abuse for decades. Acting in self-defence and getting irritated by those who’ve had to put up with it is just another part of the problem. As far as Glastonbury goes, I can’t think of a better place to talk about this, a safer place for people to speak up, or a more supportive place - both for those on the receiving end of this or those who’re starting to realise their place in it all. Sorry to go on.
  13. 9 points
    Haiku Stage Los Campesinos! Mik Artistik's Ego Trip System Of A Down
  14. 8 points
    Anyone else feel pretty uncomfortable about the bullying and targeting of one specific individual on here? Seems to be going a bit over the top now...
  15. 8 points
    How about this: By 2021/2022 you will know all the words to most songs from at least half the Disney films. You will also enjoy them. Even the Little Mermaid, which is crap. Moana is fucking amazing. So is Tangled. So is Coco. Hey Duggee is the fucking dog bollocks. Although I was mildly disappointed to discover its American. Ti and Mo is sound. And the song makes me cry. ITV kids TV sucks. (And that includes Paw Patrol. Fucking preposterous notion). It’s of a similar standard as their football coverage. Two year olds can get addicted to Spongebob. Beware. It wears thin v.quickly. Little kids will not always like ‘your’ music. They’re idiots like that sometimes. Do not let relatives who swear a lot babysit. It’s funny when they’re 18 months old, fall over and say ‘shit’ in context once. But not on repeat in the supermarket aisle at full volume. DO NOT let them see you buy booze. EVER. Although you buy other things when shopping they for some reason only remember you buying wine. And will tell everyone. A lot. Toy adverts start to register with them at about 2 years old. Try to impress upon them the importance of respecting the clocks going back with regards to that extra hour in bed on the Sunday. Invoking Father Christmas as some sort of behavioural threat is pointless. As soon as they understand the whole Santa concept yer fucked. Hats are an essential aid to not being able to do plaits or get a pony tail centralised on the back of the head properly. But this skill will come with time. Set aside at least an hour as ‘leaving the house prep time’. Get nappies and wipes wherever they’re on offer. Or Aldi. Pampers are a con / rip off. Go to all the ante-natal classes even though they are horrific and cringeworthy and you will want to stab yourself in the eye hole listening to that one couple bore everyone yet again about how they already knows everything despite this being their first child and the ‘lads lads lads not yet dads’ making crap jokes about everything. If we had to wear pyjamas bottoms so small for us as little kids way back when that they looked like pedal pushers, so can they. Remember at ALL TIMES how completely fucking incredible your missus is. We men simply could not do what women do / have to go through even if we were biologically able. When playing Swingball remember that the ball dangles at about the height of a toddlers face. Failure to bear this in mind can suddenly ruin a barbecue. And finally don’t take ANY advice from anyone who is NOT a qualified health / medical practitioner. It’s boring, probably completely wrong, usually irrelevant / out of date and will be completely inapplicable to you. Especially all the above. You’re gonna love it and you’ll all be ace.
  16. 8 points
    When you finish watching a set, take 2 empty cans off the ground (even if, hopefully, you never put them there) and place them in the nearest recycling bin.
  17. 8 points
    How about respect each other.. Why turn it into a gender thing..
  18. 8 points
    Tired Two things....... Have you ever noticed that the young girl in the water aid advert uses a Glastonbury steel cup to collect the water.... Watch it AND for better or worse BABY ELIZA is being moved to poole hospital tomorrow for her next steps to recovery.. She is still not blinking and still not swallowing but she does cry....infact she loves crying and it's doing her good... We can chat now. So in poole she will have a team dedicated to her and hopefully she will continue to get better.. BUT it's still a long journey even years and years.. We have raised over two thousand pounds for the PICU unit that saved her life.. You can still donate... Heres two pics of a journey of a brave girl THANKS FOR ALL THE SUPPORT.. Donate here face ache....... shaz purple or if link works https://www.facebook.com/shazzpurple?__nodl
  19. 8 points
    Yeah he’s not funny, he’s a horrible prick who seemingly spent time at school learning Latin but not about the concepts of ‘loyalty’, ‘principles’ or ‘respect’. It’s been almost a year now since his remarks endangered the life of Nazanin Zaghari-Ratcliffe and he’s still yet to properly apologise beyond the typical coward’s way out of ‘I’m sorry if I’ve caused you any distress’ blah blah blah. Ghastly little man who rather neatly sums up everything wrong with this decade of British politics.
  20. 7 points
    Picture them all in their underwear...
  21. 7 points
    Looks like they're all looking away out of embarrassment at being in Bastille.
  22. 7 points
    Found this at some other festival Facebook with no names announced yet 😂
  23. 7 points
    We're not saying that women are getting sexually assaulted every time they leave the house, but like the Jo Brand quote upthread says, it's the constant small things that build up. Like being whistled or honked at when you walk down the street, the sleazy comments when you dare to wear a skirt to work, the guy pressed up against you when the train isn't actually that busy, having your ideas dismissed at work then repeated by a man who takes credit for it, getting your arse grabbed at a gig, the "locker room bants" in the office etc. If you live in a world where this shit doesn't happen constantly, I'm jealous.
  24. 7 points
    This won't help anyone, but in 2017, I decided to make Dizraeli in the Rumshack my Saturday night headliner. No regrets - he was fantastic. That meant I could catch the start of the Foos, then make my way over to the SE Corner. I ended up wandering an eerily empty site as most people were ready for the main stage acts, and happened upon a tiny little tent/open van type place which was made up to resemble somebody's living room. There, a lone female guitarist was entertaining maybe 15 people, settled on sofas and armchairs. She was no Foo Fighters, no Alt-J, and no The Jacksons, but she was gently and deliberately enjoying her moment, soaking up this opportunity to express her creativity to anyone who cared to listen, and the people around her - bimblers who'd somehow found this tiny venue and chose to stick - were having a great time. Where nobody else chose to be. In the middle of a valley. In Somerset. And I'll tell you this, it was fucking awesome.
  25. 7 points
    Here's one of my favourites I snapped on my phone en route to Justice in 2017. There's no sunset like a Glastonbury sunset...


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