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    Caitlin Moran and Emily Eavis, 40, at Worthy Farm last monthTOM JACKSON The Times, June 14 2019, 5:00pm Share Save Glastonbury, 2017 Sunday afternoon. Barry Gibb – legendary frontman of the Bee Gees – launches into Stayin’ Alive under a blue sky. There are 175,000 people on site, and a good half of them are here – going absolutely crackers to one of the greatest songs ever recorded. The audience aren’t the only ones, for, as Gibb plays the opening chords, the entire front-of-stage security detachment – all in their blue “Specialized Security” T-shirts – form a line and break into a surprise, synchronised dance routine. Really, you don’t know what the phrase “unlikely joy” means until you’ve seen 50 burly Glaswegian security guards hip-thrusting to the falsetto screaming of, “I’m a woman’s man, no time to talk.” Halfway through the song, an audience member – wearing an amusingly huge set of Gibb-honouring false teeth – throws a sparkly gold jacket onto the stage. There’s an anxious moment – Gibb is always on a trigger-alert for people mocking the Bee Gees’ disco-era image, as those who saw him walk out of an interview with Clive Anderson in 1996 will know. But Gibb, on seeing the jacket, puts it on delightedly, busts a funky dance move, and the crowd erupts. The sunshine on the sequins makes him look like a 72-year-old glitterball, as befits his slot: “Glastonbury legend”. Beyoncé, 2011PA Gibb is playing on the last day of the biggest festival on Earth, with 2,800 performers over 120 stages, with a combined audience of 28 million watching at home, on the BBC. Over the previous five days, Gibb has been preceded by Katy Perry in a silver body-stocking throwing herself into the audience and crowd-surfing; Stormzy in a “We Heart Grenfell” T-shirt prompting Glastonbury’s biggest ever mosh pit; Jeremy Corbyn blinking, startled, as a whole field chant, “Oh! Jeremy Corbyn!” at him, and Bradley Cooper and Lady Gaga appearing on the Pyramid Stage to record a pivotal scene for the forthcoming A Star Is Born. It’s been a year of iconic moments. But, elsewhere, Glastonbury is going about its extraordinary business as usual: over in Arcadia, a 40ft high spider belches flame into the air. The NYC Downlow gay disco operates in full-scale, film-set replica of a ruined Seventies Lower East Side tenement. The Unfairground sports a crashed East German plane. There’s a secret underground piano bar; a pirate ship; saunas; whittling workshops; Power Ballad yoga; 30 bars; 3,300 toilets – 1,300 of them fully compostable; 250 food stalls/cafés, and 175,000 unique experiences happening in tents, yurts, camper vans and around campfires. This is a rural factory of memory-making – if you have attended Glastonbury, chances are at least one thing that has happened here will be in the Best Bits montage that flashes before your eyes as you die. The Glastonbury Festival has a population larger than Bath. Its scale is so vast it has its own hospital, wholesale market, sewerage system, and cast-iron preparations in case of disease outbreak or terrorist attack. Next year, it celebrates its 50th birthday – going from a £1 per ticket event in 1970, when Marc Bolan played and all attendees received free milk, to one of the defining events of the British calendar – attended by Prince Harry and Prince Charles, Brad Pitt, Kate Moss, Benedict Cumberbatch, the Beckhams and the Dalai Lama. It has survived floods, lightning strikes, stages being burned down, riots, protests, births, deaths and endless controversy, to become one of the best known, best loved brands in the world – the yearly scramble for tickets when they go on sale is global, with applications from Australia to Afghanistan. The organisers have been offered endless multi-million dollar deals to sell the brand, expand it, franchise it, roll it out internationally – all of which they have declined. Michael Eavis, Emily’s father, and a maternal rights campaigner, 2017GETTY IMAGES For, uniquely among festivals, it donates more than £3 million of its yearly profits to charities – Oxfam, Greenpeace and Water Aid. It has funded a whole housing project in the village of Pilton. It pioneers sustainable supply chains – this year, it goes wholly single-use plastic free – and its organisers are in demand, world experts in humanitarian disaster relief, for who else has the experience of building whole temporary camps in appalling weather, surrounded by freaked-out people? Glastonbury is one of the greatest British artistic and philanthropic success stories of all time. And yet it is a temporary, fleeting thing. The city appears at the summer solstice, in the Vale of Avalon, under the gaze of Glastonbury Tor, parties hard for five days, sending out kinetic images across the world – and then disappears, leaving not a single trace on the trampled grass. It’s like a Mardi Gras Brigadoon or cider-fuelled Land of Green Ginger. For the rest of the year, it’s just an ordinary, working dairy farm in Somerset, off the A361. For the rest of the year, it’s primarily a massive, ambitious, anxious, extraordinary idea in the head of Emily Eavis. And for Glastonbury 2019, I am following her, from start to finish, as she puts on the biggest festival on Earth. Sunday, October 7, 2018 261 days until the festival 8.30am. I am woken by six alarms going off in various rooms across the house. My teenage daughter wants to go to Glastonbury this year – and so she is up early to be ready online on the dot of 9am, when tickets go on sale. I go into her bedroom. She has her laptop, my laptop, my husband’s laptop and her phone all on the Glastonbury ticketing website. She is on FaceTime to a group of friends – who are all similarly poised before a bank of computers, ready to press “buy” the minute the site goes live. “I’m so scared!” she says. “What if I don’t get through? I WILL DIE OF SADNESS.” Sadness is fairly likely – this year, an unprecedented two million people have pre-registered for a ticket, but only a lucky 135,000 will be able to buy them. In 2017, the entire allocation sold out in 50 minutes flat. With no festival in 2018 – it was a customary “fallow” year – 2019 is predicted to be even quicker. “Oh babe, I’m sure you’ll be lucky …” I start. Paul McCartney, 2004GETTY IMAGES “Shut up! It’s happening! Oh my God! OH MY GOD!” she says, as the sales go live. She starts pressing “buy” on each available screen. On Facetime, I can hear all her other friends panicking and doing the same. Unable to bear the tension, I go downstairs to make a cup of tea. Twenty minutes later, I hear a scream: “F***! I’VE DONE IT! I’M GOIIIIIING!!!!!” The BBC News website is recording that Glastonbury 2019 has sold out in record time – 135,000 tickets at £248 each in 36 minutes flat. She is one of the very, very lucky ones. At 10am, I light a fag and call Emily Eavis. “How you doing, love?” I ask. “What you up to?” “I’m just walking around the site – I’m by the Pyramid Stage,” she says, slightly out of breath. “It’s a gorgeous day.” “So, record-breaker,” I say, “how are you feeling?” “Relieved it’s over, to be honest,” she says, cheerfully. “You want it over and done with quickly – so people can get on with their lives. So at least they know the sad news before breakfast.” “There’s a lot of trauma on Twitter,” I say, unhelpfully. “I know!” She sounds genuinely agonised. “It’s terrible – I just want to bring everyone in. We get people ringing the office at the farm. Someone called from Afghanistan at 9.30am, absolutely desperate. We get a lot of parents telling awful stories about how their child is the only one in their friendship group who didn’t get one and pleading. People sending in doctor’s certificates, saying it’s their last wish to go. We keep an allocation back for those,” she adds. “So, 175,000 people will be turning up in 261 days,” I say. “How are you feeling about that?” “Pressure,” she says, frankly. “Three months ago, it looked like we had three headliners – and now we’ve lost one. We’re reassuringly tense. My husband’s having sleepless nights, but I’m like, ‘It’ll be fine. It always is.’” I tell her I’ve been looking on Twitter, at all those disappointed by not getting tickets, and they’re suggesting several ideas she might want to consider. “Go on.” “Jodie B says, simply, ‘Why don’t you just make Glastonbury bigger?’” “What – big enough for all two million people?” “Yeah. Come on, you lazy cow.” Caitlin Moran and Emily EavisTOM JACKSON “The valley’s not big enough,” she says, like someone who has actually looked into throwing a festival for two million people. “We use the land of all 12 nearby farms now, and it physically can’t get any bigger without putting camping sites on the other side of a main road, which would be dangerous. So, sorry Jodie B. We’d love to, but we can’t.” “Jon Langford says, ‘I have a theory that only people who work in IT have broadband fast enough to get tickets, and so this ticketing system unfairly privileges nerds.’” Eavis laughs. “We’ve looked at the stats, and it’s an even spread across the country. We have tested the site – we sat in our office in Somerset and all tried to get on to buy tickets – and some could, and some couldn’t. And we’re not in IT. So we know it’s quite random.” With tickets so tight, people have, over the years, found … innovative ways to get into Glastonbury. In 2017, someone got over the 15ft high Super Fence “with a jet-pack. He landed in the Green Fields. At least, he toldus he’d used the jet-pack to get over the fence. Who knows?” She shrugs, amused. Then adds, casually, “There was a guy with a hang glider, too. He glided over the fence.” Did you throw him out? “Well, we were like, if you’ve gone to all the trouble of sorting out a hang glider, fair enough. Even security applauded him when he landed.” Eavis gets asked for tickets all the time. “The most notable was just after I gave birth to my first child,” she says. “It was a brutal, forceps birth. He came out screaming. And, as they were stitching me up, the midwife said, ‘Eavis … Eavis? Could you …?’” “What did you say?” I ask, aghast. “I said yes. I was off my face!” she laughs. January 16, 2019 160 days until the festival I am at Worthy Farm. It’s cold but sunny, and the ground is firm underfoot. I have been to every Glastonbury since I was 17 – back in 1992 – but I have never been here when the festival isn’t on. This sounds really obvious, but – it’s just a farm. There’s nothing here – no people, no stalls, no Dolly Parton, no tents, no flags. Only the Pyramid Stage, which stays up year-round, and a huge wooden pirate ship in the Greenpeace Field tell you this is anything other than a normal dairy farm, in a particularly lovely part of Somerset. “The local kids come and play on the pirate ship. We built them the new outdoor play area at the school, as well,” Eavis says. The festival generates £73 million for the UK economy We’re in a Land Rover, driving around the site. Every so often, I see a place I recognise from festival time – that tree, for instance, is where I saw a heavily disguised Lady Gaga out partying at 3am in 2009. And that glade – that glade is Strummerville, where the late Clash frontman used to hang out, around an all-night campfire, jamming. “Joe Strummer offered me my first ever drugs,” Eavis reminisces, changing gear as we go up a precipitous slope. “It was my 16th birthday, and he offered me a wrap. I didn’t want it – I’d seen too many people out of it, at the festival – but he thought I was just shy about having his drugs. He was being so courteous. He kept going, ‘Go on – it’s OK!’ And I was like, ‘I’m actually fine!’” We pull up outside the farm. In 2014, an office was built to house the organisation of the festival. Before then, all meetings still happened around the farmhouse table. “See that barn over there,” Eavis says, pointing. “The festival is in there.” I look confused. She laughs. “We try to minimise waste, so most of the festival – the stages, the signs, the benches – are flat-pack. When it finishes, we just fold everything down, put it in labelled containers and put it in there, ready for the next one.” We go into the office building. There’s a huge Lego model of the festival on the table, and a massive, life-sized cardboard cut-out of the Rolling Stones, who headlined in 2013, signed, “I was wrong – it was a great day,” by drummer Charlie Watts. Today is a massive planning meeting for the festival – the primary topics being security and sustainability. For 2019, Glastonbury – always one of the greenest festivals – is having an extra eco push. “We usually use over one million plastic bottles per festival,” Eavis says, starting the meeting. “This year, the target is zero.” The Rolling Stones, 2013PA All vendors on site will be banned from selling soft drinks in plastic bottles. Instead, they will sell cans of pop and water, which the festival will recycle in its own forge. Of course Glastonbury has its own forge. The festival is installing 37 stainless-steel water kiosks, 60 water stations and 500 drinking taps from which people can refill reusable water bottles – either their own or official Glastonbury ones they buy on site. “Be careful with the branding on the bottles,” Eavis warns. “I don’t want to make it look like we’re pushing merch at people. The message is, ‘Bring your own – but if you’ve forgotten, you can get one here.’” At the bars – which usually pump out more than 1.2 million drinks over the festival – new cups have been ordered. Instead of the traditional cardboard models, which are lined with non-recyclable plastic, the festival has tracked down a 25-year-old who has invented 100 per cent biodegradable bottles made of old newspapers. “Ask him if he thinks he could prototype a cup using the same technique,” Eavis suggests. There is a discussion of how they could fund him to pioneer this technology. No one else has tried it, but Eavis is determined. For 2019, the festival is also aiming to cut its power needs by a third, with a combination of efficiency measures and using the farm’s digester, which is run on methane produced by cow manure. The Pyramid Stage is already wholly run on a combination of methane and solar power. Eco matters sorted, the conversation moves on to security and event safety. What kind of things do you have to plan for, I ask. “Weather, contaminated drugs, bacterial outbreaks, terrorist threats,” Eavis begins, briskly. “If there was an outbreak of foot and mouth, the whole festival would be off. Volcanoes! When the Icelandic volcano erupted in 2010, we had loads of cancelled flights – artists just couldn’t come in. Lightning storms – we have to shut all the main stages. Rudimental didn’t play at the Pyramid, because we could see lightning coming in across the valley. Heatstroke – last year was so hot, we had to spray people with hoses as they came in, as they were so overheated from queuing. Structural collapse – festivals in other countries have had stages blow away. We stress-test everything. We had 80mph winds in 2008. We’re OK at 40mph. When it gets to 50mph, you have to close all the tents.” It’s a pretty terrifying list. Joe Strummer offered me my first ever drugs over there “2016 was the worst,” says Adrian. Adrian is operations director. “2016 was an extreme challenge.” So much rain fell in the preceding days that the Eavises had to warn people to delay their arrival. Michael Eavis said afterwards it was the worst weather they’d had in the festival’s entire 46-year history – the place was a treacherous, slippery swamp. I saw people sliding down liquid hills as if they were skiing. That year was an endurance. “I’ve never had so many people in tears in my office,” Eavis recalls. “The beefiest security guards, they’d walk in and just weep. There were very strong suggestions that we pull the entire festival. The roads were blocked, we couldn’t get people on or off site …” And yet, despite the nightmare for the organisers, most festival-goers will primarily remember 2016 as the year they pulled on their wellies, had an extra nip from their hipflasks, still enjoyed headline sets from Adele, Coldplay and LCD Soundsystem, and vowed to buy tickets for the next year. “That’s why, at the meeting, we finally decided we’d crack on,” Eavis says, shrugging. At this point, Michael Eavis – Emily’s father, founder and co-organiser of Glastonbury – comes in. Despite it being January and cold, he’s wearing his customary outfit of shorts and sandals, augmented with black, leather, fingerless gloves. He’s a powerful presence, even at the age of 83. He immediately seems to know what the conversation is about. “The only thing that will ever stop us,” he says, firmly, “is Chinese chicken flu. That’s the only one. We never stop for rain. Nothing would ever, ever stop me.” “Michael loves a crisis,” Eavis says, fondly. “People were sliding in the car parks – and they loved it!” Michael cries. “It’s an adventure training course! It’s character-forming!” During this meeting, it has occurred to me that Emily Eavis doesn’t just run a festival – she is basically the head of an alternate future city-state, with pioneering technology. 1971CAMERA PRESS And yet it’s not a role anyone can apply for: there has never been a vacancy for “organiser of the Glastonbury Festival”. It is a role this quiet, shy woman has unexpectedly inherited – taking over from the charismatic, ground-breaking King of Festivals when the family faced a life-changing crisis. In a way, she’s like the Princess Elizabeth of revelries – set for an ordinary life, until fate took a couple of left turns and landed her with responsibilities she could never have dreamt of. May 31, 2019 25 days until the festival Eavis picks me up at Castle Cary station. At festival time, the car park is filled with thousands of festival-goers, sitting on rucksacks, smoking fags, politely queuing for the festival’s fleet of double-decker buses. Now, in May, it’s empty. “Things are going good!” she says, in answer to my inquiry, barrelling down country lanes. “We’ve got 200 people on site now, building – by May, it’s got its own momentum. We’ve got our final headliner – the Killers! And we’re building a giant, 50ft-high head in Block 9,” she concludes, as if this is a perfectly normal thing. “This bit of the year is so addictive. The buzz. There’s nothing better.” What makes this conversation extraordinary is something Eavis casually mentioned last time I saw her. That, as a child, she hated the festival. “Yes – I can say that,” she says, thoughtfully. “I hated it. I just associated it with … fear. My parents would be so, so stressed about it. They often didn’t book the headliners until March, April – so there would be a whole year of being scared we wouldn’t actually have any bands. When the festival was on, I would just close my bedroom curtains and pretend it wasn’t happening.” I’ve been going to Glastonbury every year since 1992. It is, without exception, my best week of the year: five days in a place filled with joy, creativity and endless diversion. Eavis is only five years younger than me. I can’t believe she hated having the most amazing festival in the world happen in her own backyard. “Really? You hated it?” I query, astonished. “Do you want to see something?” she asks, turning the car down a single-track lane. After half a mile, Eavis pulls into a lay-by, and points. “Look.” There, in the middle of the field – on top of a hill – is a huge, white crucifix, 30ft high. “That’s been there since 1990,” she says. “A neighbour put it up. To protect the village from the evil of the festival.” I look at it. “It lights up at night,” she says, helpfully. “You can see it from the festival site. The festival had a bad reputation when I was growing up,” she says, turning the engine on and driving away. I watch the crucifix recede in the rear-view mirror. “At school, the rumour was that there were people at the festival who went around injecting people with drugs. I’d get kids all the time, saying, ‘My parents say your parents run a festival where people inject people with drugs.’ It was … difficult.” As a child, I hated the festival. My parents would be so stressed The village treated the Eavises warily. There were constant complaints to the local council – about the traffic, about the travellers, about the noise. Every year, it was a major fight to put the festival on again. In 1990, its future was put into doubt after violence broke out between travellers and the on-site security guards, in an event that was subsequently known as “the Battle of Yeoman’s Bridge”. Despite having performed at the festival at the age of five – singing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star on the Pyramid Stage, before the Style Council headlined – Eavis felt wary about it. Then Britpop happened. “I was 14, 15, and suddenly bands I likedstarted to play. I can remember Rage Against the Machine headlining in 1994, and thinking, ‘This is amazing.’ Then Pulp headlined in 1995, and that was it. I loved it. I thought, ‘I am going to enjoy these last few years.’” Back then, the plan was that the festival would end, on a glorious high, on its 30th birthday – June 2000. By the time the BBC started televising Glastonbury in 1997, the “edginess” of the Eighties had dissolved, and Glastonbury had begun to establish itself as part of the English season: like a pagan Glyndebourne or Wimbledon, with drugs. But the family had sacrificed any semblance of a normal life to do it – and so the Eavises planned to finally retire in 2000 and enjoy some sunset years of stress-free leisure, without 175,000 people pooing in their hedges. However, brutally, and unexpectedly, Jean was diagnosed with cancer in January 1999 – and died just four months later. “It was awful – so fast,” Eavis says, now. “We found out in January – and by May 15, she was dead.” The shock still shows on her face now. The 29th Glastonbury Festival started, relentlessly, just 41 days later. “That was a bit of a blur,” Eavis admits. “We were just … so sad.” Plunged into mourning, with all his retirement plans in pieces, and not really knowing any other way to deal with the grief, Michael Eavis made a decision: he would now continue Glastonbury, as the only way he knew to pay tribute to his late wife. Aware of just what an immense emotional burden this was for her father, Eavis, aged just 19 – and by now a trainee teacher in Newham, London – gave it up to return home and co-run the festival she had once hated; at first alone, and then with her husband, music manager Nick Dewey, who was a long-time attendee of the festival. The first year he attended, he had no ticket; he blagged his way in by pretending that he managed Coldplay. “He had … the Glastonbury spirit,” she laughs. Adele, 2016REX SHUTTERSTOCK Eavis turned up to her 2009 wedding to Dewey in a customised East German IFA jet on wheels – courtesy of the festival’s endlessly creative mechanical team – and had a later pagan ceremony on the festival site, by the stone circle. Guy Garvey of Elbow, James Dean Bradfield from the Manic Street Preachers and the Chemical Brothers played at the reception, as befits festival royalty. Over the years, as Michael got older, Eavis and Dewey gradually assumed more and more responsibilities for the festival. They had a sense that what was a very white, male and increasingly ageing musical line-up desperately needed rebooting for the 21st century, and, in 2008, Eavis and Dewey took the necessary risk of securing the festival’s first ever hip-hop headliner: global superstar Jay-Z. “Oh, God,” Eavis says, still visibly traumatised by the memory. “That year was so, so terrifying.” The controversy over his booking was immediate and overwhelming. The music press were up in arms, as were a vocal contingent of old-skool Glastonbury-goers. Oasis’s Noel Gallagher spoke for many of them when he gave an interview, saying, “I’m sorry – but Jay-Z? No chance. Glastonbury has a tradition of guitar music, do you know what I mean? I’m not having hip-hop at Glastonbury, no way. It’s wrong.” Because of the controversy, for the first time in years, tickets didn’t sell out in advance – the festival’s finances were in a perilous state, and many accused Eavis of “ruining” her father’s festival. Michael Eavis himself was unsure of the booking: “He was supportive of our choice, but he wanted Rod Stewart,” Eavis says. Friends who know Eavis said she was, at the time, “almost broken” in the run-up to the event. “It was an intense amount of pressure for her to be under,” one says. “It seemed as if she was fighting on several fronts: to help the festival grow, to maintain its identity and integrity – but also stay at the cutting edge of festival culture, which was changing.” A male-dominated music industry and press seemed intent on casting her as a clueless, wilful girl into “the wrong” kind of music. Her friend summarises: “I worried it was just too much for her, and she basically wouldn’t put on the festival again.” Emily Eavis and the Dalai Lama, 2015GETTY IMAGES In the event, however, Eavis’s carefully calibrated risk-taking was a vital turning point in Glastonbury’s fortunes. Not a billionaire hip-hop mogul by accident, Jay-Z had prepared cleverly: coming onstage singing Oasis’s Wonderwall, in acknowledgment of the controversy – and then, having won over the crowd with one perfectly weighted, swaggering in-joke, ploughing into a version of 99 Problems so incendiary, the field erupted. Not only was it one of the all-time Glastonbury Moments, but the resulting euphoric reviews allowed the festival to open up to a phalanx of genres and acts previously unthinkable: Pharrell Williams, Mary J Blige, Kanye West, Stormzy, Beyoncé. Suddenly, the biggest hip-hop, R’n’B and grime acts were “Glastonbury material”, at a time when white guitar-rock was dwindling. The festival gained a massive injection of energy and relevancy. Beyoncé’s booking – still spoken of in tones of awe – was a massive coup. Eavis courted her assiduously when she came with her husband, Jay-Z, and “bombarded” her with information on the festival’s ecological and philanthropic activity: “I think Beyoncé was my finest hour – we pulled out all the stops.” Beyoncé’s legendary advent onto the Glastonbury stage – Crazy in Love into Single Ladies, with £50,000 of fireworks going off – was an heroic act. “No one knew she was pregnant, and she had terrible morning sickness just before she went on stage. Proper …” Eavis mimes finger-down-throat vomiting. “Acts like that don’t need the festival, and we don’t have the fees other festivals can offer, because we give so much away,” Eavis explains. “So we have to love-bomb them.” Glastonbury’s unique appeal is a combination of incredible exposure – the BBC covers it less like arts programming and more like a major cultural news event, meaning that acts’ back catalogues regularly go into the Top Ten the week after broadcast – and a growing cadre of former performers who will evangelise about how the Glastonbury audience is like no other. After he played Glastonbury in 2013, Kenny Rogers persuaded Dolly Parton to appear the next year (“Kenny puts a word in with everyone he meets in his circle”). Coldplay brought Barry Gibb along and convinced him to play his 2017 set. After Carrie Fisher died in 2016, Eavis discovered she had attended the festival every year with a group of friends: Princess Leia had been wandering through the crowds and no one knew. Real royalty – Prince Harry – had done the same: turning up in 2013 with minimal security, he spent the weekend without anyone recognising him. “I recommended he should go on into the night,” says Eavis, “because the nightlife is what Glastonbury is all about.” He didn’t leave until 4am. When Harry’s father, Prince Charles, attended the festival in 2010, his presence was, unfortunately, more noticeable. “He was up in the Greenpeace Field, checking out some ecological initiatives,” Eavis recalls, “and one of the Greenpeace guys working there had met Charles before, on another project. He went running over, shouting, ‘Hi!’” As far as Prince Charles’s security were concerned, however, a very hairy man was running towards the heir to the throne – and so they pulled their guns to protect him. “We had to do some very fast talking there,” Eavis laughs. “God! Imagine! If we’d had our first ever shooting – and it was the royal household taking out a hippy. In the Greenpeace Field.” Emily and Michael Eavis in the EightiesEMILY_EAVIS/INSTAGRAM We are, by now, in Eavis’s back garden on Worthy Farm. Willows brush the daisy-speckled lawn and the air is heavy with a tangle of roses. Her three children play on a swing. The incongruity of the scene is the embodiment of Glastonbury – a cheerful but quiet woman, fresh-faced in dungarees, pours tea into bone-china cups, as in the background the constant “beep beep beep” of reversing JCBs reminds you that over the wall the world’s biggest party-cum-cultural-event-cum-vision-of-the-future is being erected on her fields. As we sip our tea, a helicopter buzzes the site. “People always want to come and check it out,” she says, waving. “Apparently, Prince William flew over last week.” There is no real privacy when your address is a byword for excitement. Last year, a French teenager turned up, “having walked all the way from France. He kept saying, ‘Radiohead?’ The festival wasn’t on.” What did you do? “We just gave him a sandwich.” Similarly, a coach full of Japanese tourists once parked up in the driveway – confused as to why all they could find was some cows. “We didn’t have enough sandwiches for all of them,” Eavis sighs. Perhaps it’s because I have a Pavlovian, haptic memory of all the joy I have experienced here, but as Eavis is joined by her husband, and I watch this young, warm, simply good couple talking about their plans for the future – how Madonna would be their dream booking for next year; how to provide more physiotherapy for the exhausted set-builders on site; how to increase their involvement in refugee camps – I feel impossibly moved. Eavis has built a 15ft-high grassy mound at the end of the garden, so she can sit and watch the festival site unobserved, and I sit there, smoking a cigarette, and thinking what an absolutely unique thing Glastonbury is. It’s not done for money – there’s no corporate branding, no advertising. While the festival generates £73 million for the British economy, Dewey and Eavis live a very modest life. And it’s not done for fame or glory – Eavis, in her dungarees, attends no parties or red carpets. It’s done for a reason we hear so little of these days: to make hundreds of thousands of people, in the English midsummer, happy. A non-stop, round-the-clock, 120-hour celebration of what humans can do when they want to immerse themselves in the simple exuberance of existing – from the Dance Tent in the valley to the deep peace of the Park; a whole city lit with lanterns and fairylights. The Eavises have made a little kingdom of joy here, fuelled only by decades of exhilarating ideas made real, and there is nothing – nothing – else like it. Here’s a thing: every so often during the festival, you will suddenly hear a cheer begin – a cheer, followed by wild applause. The first time you come, you presume something has happened – a celebrity has arrived, a show has finished. Eventually, you realise: people are just cheering the festival. They’re just cheering being alive. They’re just cheering being here. “When the gates open on June 25,” Eavis says, joining me, as we watch the JCBs trundle across the meadows, “my father and I go down to greet everyone coming on site. He greets everyone, like, ‘Hello! Welcome!’, and they hug him. They all recognise him.” And what do you do? Do you say “Welcome!”? “Oh, no. I just stand back and watch,” she says, smiling.
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    Hurrah, home again. Driving from Red Gate through site up to the CN Field the tracks were dry and actually dusty in places. There were patches of mud on the verges by the tracks but they were clearly where vehicles went off the track and caused deep depressions which were compacted and collected water which was unable to drain due to the compaction. There was also a thin smear of mud outside Maceos at the bottom of The railway line bank which is to be expected as it is under the canopy of trees and so gets no direct sun. We arrived at the CN field and parked on the track to say hi to Sally (Glastonbury Royalty, Field coordinator and gorgeous) and to ask her where to dump our stuff and which route to take across her pristine field. She said that as long as we avoided her drilled through water main area we'd be fine. Drove a fully laden Transit towing a fully laden 2.75 tonne trailer across the grass to our pitch with no wheel spin. Result. That pretty much sums up the state of the ground. Slightly damp but right now I have no concerns whatsoever. Looking at the various different weather forecasts I'm confidant that eevrything will be fine. OK, no heatwave but it isn't looking to me that it will be unpleasant. Interestingly the grass seems to be an inch or maybe an inch and a half longer than usual. Maybe cut longer so that it wil draw more moisture out of the ground and also create a slighty more solid mat if the ground deteriorates a little? It's all good man. (Sorry for the BB ref ) (BTW, from now on I am going to respect the new policy of the festival which asks people not to post spoilers of what is being built on site so as not to spoil the surprise. I do normally view many rules and indeed laws as mere guidelines but in this case they do have me onboard.) Pic below is in the shade at the bottom of a bank outside Maceo's.
  4. 72 points
    So I don't have any pet pictures to offer as tribute to the weather gods, but this thread is one of my favourite on the site and I couldn't just browse and contribute nothing now could I? So, put a couple of free hours to good use and I threw together a fancier version of Dee's State Of The Ground coat of arms from a whole two days and 16 pages ago. Keep up the good work fine people of Pilton!
  5. 70 points
    Did someone say 2017/2019 comparison gif?
  6. 68 points
    Mrs J gave birth to a healthy baby boy yesterday, name TBC although I’m pushing for Hugh Junior - the kids could call him HuJu...
  7. 67 points
    RAM jam jar = no rain recorded in 24 hours Well sticky sick = no water in well. Mud showing at 3 inches but good to firm. big dogs paws = dry. Some slobber from gob after walk ground dry, no mud warmer today and some patchy sun.
  8. 63 points
    So we had rain over night. It is currently NOT raining in Pilton but looking very overcast. RAM jam jar = 3mm rain fell over night Well sticky stick = no water in well. Mud showing at 3.5 inches soft to wet big dogs paws = Refuses to go out. Must have a bladder the size of a space hopper by now. ground wet will update this afternoon after I’ve dragged the mutt out (by the collar if necessary) and walked the top of the farm.
  9. 60 points
    Hi all. I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!!! I won the eFests competition! Just emailed Neil over my details which I’m sure will all be fine! SO HAPPY! Good luck to everyone else in the competitions and if I should win (unlikely) I’ll see if I can sort them for someone here! Thank you Neil @eFestivals
  10. 58 points
    It seems to have become a bit of a regular thread now. Not sure quite which year I first started it but it's back! Towed a couple of crew caravans onto site this evening. The ground is as dry as Ghandi's sandal. I suspect that this will change, but only slightly, during the next few days as some light rain is expected on and off for the next week or so. that's not such a bad thing as it was very dusty driving around site. I'll update this thread from time to time with posts increasing as the show gets closer. A few rather poor pics from this evening. The light was starting to fade by the time I'd installed the workers into their new homes. First pic was me trying to show the huge clouds of dust thrown up behind Ste's (Bro in law AKA Hagrid ) Transit. Didn't capture it very well. Only doing 10 MPH. Dread to think what it is like with heavy plant trundleing around in working hours.
  11. 55 points
    good morning peeps Just back after restocking the fruit bowl. Blimey it’s like the M25 outside today. The security have arrived and shut off the village. Coffee has been supplied to our boys outside the house. Gotta keep them hydrated in this warm weather. Might even buy them ice creams later. today’s update is: RAM jam jar = 25mm. That’s a reduction of 5mm in 24hours. Gherkin = empty well Sticky stick = well is well dry. Almost Sahara like. I’m in danger of snapping the sacred stick. It will still go into the base but only an inch maybe. Big Dog’s paws= This piece of ground detection equipment will be deployed later today with Pilton Digger. He will report back then.
  12. 53 points
    We got 99 problems but the spreadsheet ain't one... 99 days to the general resale so it seems as good as time as any! Please see the attached link for the resale spreadsheet, it is only open to be viewed currently - we can open it for editing closer to the date to add more specific details such as contact numbers etc. It has been discussed in the resale thread that it will close a few weeks before resale, so that people on new groups can familiarise themselves and sort payment methods etc. If any needs changing, please let me know via email - glastonburyresale@gmail.com - or if you can be added tomorrow any groups too. Placements on there aren't in any particular order, they were initially done in order of contact but as people have dropped out of it I've filled gaps etc. Perhaps, any helpers can start at different positions and work through? Thanks to everyone for their help in advance, and good luck to all! Looking at last year there were about 26 stories of success via the resale group (some were volunteering etc.) so let's try to surpass that! This thread is purely for the spreadsheet, let's keep the support of the resale thread going... it's appreciated. Currently on there are: @crazyfool1, @vintagelaureate, @Charm, @flyleen, @SecretFish, @semmtexx, @Superscally, @BlueDaze, @JacobCMarshall, @gigpusher, @Puttycat1, @clucking, @Stalk1963, @bloom92, @Levitz, @Strummer74, @Johnkhutch, @Little Andy, @wweerr208, @BackpackFullOfWarmBeer, @ionicmoose, @Flysheet, @blutarsky, @plot2pot, @AAlex, @Gilb, @nusha, @rockandnoll, @Barnabybear, @spg, @Fearless_Fish, @CCester, @Monie802, @TheGoodWillOut, @Sweet Pea@Zoo Music Girl, @Sweet_pea, @Damon, @Bovla, @karlpowell, @Friendly Banter, @Smash1984, @marigold83 Please get in touch if you need to be added, or need anything changing! I have hidden Column C (surname) until ticket day. THE SPREADSHEET
  13. 53 points
    Good morning happy smiley people. Today’s facts ( believe them or not , I give no shits): RAM jam jar = 30mm. So some evaporation occurring. The gherkin = 0 mm. no rainfall in 24 hours avocado eaten - replaced with a more high tech device. well sticky stick = well dry. Base harder than it’s been since records began. Mud thick and difficult for 2 inches. Increasingly difficult to get the stick into the base. Not yet got to “snappy stick” status but we are on our way. Big Dog paws= Flakey. A little like himself this morning. Current position- sideways on grass soaking up some rays.
  14. 53 points
  15. 52 points
    Good morning campers What a glorious sunny morning! Todays update: RAM jam jar is showing a Level of 33mm. Which is 2mm less than Friday. We had no rain over the weekend and it was lovely and warm when the sun came out so this short measure is obviously due to evaporation. well sticky stick is well sticky. No water in the well. Stick goes into base with difficulty and is showing 4 inches of very thick almost dry mud. Big Dog paws are dry and currently being licked. I’m sure he was a cat in his past life.
  16. 49 points
    Busy day today. This morning I painted my windows out the front of my house. Can’t have you lot driving past and seeing me dirty mullions. then a walk around the entire site. No rain today ( not much at all this weekend). No photos either. I won’t post any spoilers. But here are my trainers after the walk. The muddiest parts of the site are SE corner around the new stage because of the heavy vehicles but still passable in trainers. And the park to back of other stage road. Again just a little muddy, no depth, nothing to panic about. Today has been warm with a breeze which is drying the paths out nicely. The grass areas are all very firm. Even the bit in the stone circle field that is boggy without the festival is firm. theres some lovely new additions this year. It’s going to be great, even for you lot who have been lots of times. But just like Christmas you will have to wait until the Wednesday to open your presents.
  17. 46 points
    Good morning peeps getting this in before the deluge. RAM jam jar = is showing 30mm. Which means we have had further evaporation in the last 24 hours well sticky stick = well dry. Base hardening. Mud thick for 3 inches. Big Dog paws= warm and sweet smelling RAM jam jar has been joined by the gherkin pot. This will be measured then emptied every morning to record 24 hours of rainfall. shit ....any more measures and I’ll need to retire just to keep up!
  18. 46 points
    I couldn't post earlier as being a "new" poster, it seems I could only post a limited number in a day. The news is good(ish). Though today was excruciating as my appointment wasn't until after work so I had to get through a whole day at work first. I rang the gynae clinic and they said that yes they had me down for an urgent appointment but the earliest they could offer was September! So that was a double whammy of confirmation that I was considered urgent but would have to wait three months to know the worst. Although they thought there was a good chance that the consultant would ask for the appointment to be brought forward. But all this didn't make the wait for my GP appointment any easier. I was in a daze most of the day. I also wasn't sure what would happen at the GP - would she tell me the diagnosis and the gynae appointment was the treatment or what? However when I got to the GP she said that the result was that the smear test had found the cervix clear but it had found abnormal cells from my uterus which could be due to anything from an inflammation through to cancer. But she said she really didn't think I should be worrying as they had not identified any cancerous cells and I had no symptoms such as bleeding. She said if they hadn't contacted me with a revised, earlier appointment in two weeks she would intervene and ask them to bring it forward. And suggested she ring me in two week's time to follow this up. I told her that 1st probably wasn't a good day to call as I would be on my way back from Glasto. We then had a nice little chat about Glasto and she agreed to call me later in the week instead. And she told me not to worry and enjoy it! I am so relieved I can't tell you. My mouth was dry and my head was tense all day. And I kept having to go to the loo with nerves. I wasn't sure how I would cope at Glasto as I was in such a strange, almost split personality state - I was talking to people but was at the same time very detached. Though maybe...... Thank you all for your support. I was really quite freaked and it was therapeutic to talk on here. Now I feel I really can look forward to it again. BRING IT ON!!
  19. 45 points
    Twas the week before t-day, with rising morale, All the posters were stirring even @The Nal. Updates were applied and loaded on computers with care, In hopes that a trip to Worthy Farm soon would be there. @crazyfool1 was perched on the edge of his bed, His pyramid hat sat balanced on his head; @Hugh Jass at the ready and @Charm good to go, They just press F5 as a precaution you know. On Sunday the 6th, close to 9am, there will arise such a clatter, @eFestivals will spring to action to see what is the matter. Away to the server he’ll fly like a flash, Reboot the hard drive and load up the dash. The optimism of newbies will spread out below, They’ve not been to resale club like @MilkyJoe Surfing the web like a knowledge filled dingy, We will turn to @Gnomicide - all hail the thingy! There is no pattern came the rallying cry! Even if it says sold out you must try. More rapid than eagles; the refreshes can’t be tame, To be on a successful list refined by your name. "Now, @Sasperella! Now, @oneeye! Now @Funkyfairy! and @Ayrshire Chris! We all need tickets, so please do not miss! To the @deebeedoobee Pilton palace we must pass, And drink cider with @Quark and @lucyginger who lie await in the grass! As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When you meet with a blank screen, F5 till you cry. So up to the address bar the cursors must go, A basket of tickets and a parking pass must show. And then, in a twinkling, be all booked and ready. After prancing and pawing, your hand will hold steady, You will stare at the screen, smiles agape, then turn around, As the confirmation email comes with a bound. Your eyes -- how they’ll twinkle! Your dimples how merry! Your cheeks will be like roses, your nose like a cherry! Your droll little mouth will be drawn up like a bow, As you tell the world “I’ve got a ticket you know.” Think of the joy a golden ticket yields, To dance once again in the @Avalon_Fields. It’s why we are all here twelve months a year, And face T day with excitement and fear! You must go back in for your friends in need, “We need help some” efesters will plead, I’ve heard @DareToDibble will be trying for all, Whilst @Yoghurt on a Stick will have a chemical induced ball. Knowing everyone will be sorted and all will be compete, With the knowledge secret sales no longer repeat, @guypjfreak will smile as his infant granddaughters teethe, And then mouth the Pearl Jam lyric “let us breathe.” Down on the farm, the Eavii will go straight to their work, Booking the acts ; with the help of a clerk, And laying their fingers aside of their nose, And giving a nod, down Muddy Lane Michael goes. Springing to his red rover, to his cows he will whistle, And away they all fly like the down of a thistle. But we shall hear him exclaim, as he speeds down the drive, IT’S GOING TO BE THE BEST ONE EVER... GOOD LUCK ON T DAY, AND HAMMER F5!
  20. 45 points
    Hi all, not aiming to bring anyone down or post anything that might be offensive to anyone. This weekend a very good and long term friend of mine lost her battle with cancer, right up until the end she was still planning on daily weekend attending this year but the heat and humidity made that impossible for her. She had got the tickets for me this year and knowing she was so ill did take the edge off of it for me but i am grateful that i got to attend if a little sad for a lot of the week. Helen had attended the last few festivals and this is where we got back in touch after my moves around the UK and then the world kept us apart. As a fellow efester (more of a lurker than a poster i feel) i know she would have appreciated the thought of us having a glass or two of something (especially a cocktail) in her memory and wishing her the best. If you have a can or a cocktail in hand it would be fantastic if could spare 5 seconds to spare a thought for her and efesters in general who haven't been as fortunate as us who are still able to read this clumsy tribute to my wonderful and greatly missed friend. Thanks all
  21. 44 points
    Looks like we might have finally got Gaga for Fri judging by her latest heavily Glasto related Instagram post... I mean, they're striking pyramid poses... Even the flight attendant in the back is dropping hints Gaga herself is pulling her top to highlight the G in Enigma, obvs as a nod to Glastonbury. And the clincher, is they way they are spelling out FRI... All pretty conclusive I think you'd agree.
  22. 40 points
    Hey everyone! I reckon I've just about finished updating the Glasto tube-style map for 2019. You guys have given some useful feedback on this the last couple of times and I know a few of you have found it useful so let me know what you think! This is based on as much as I could glean from a fairly recent General Site Plan and various comments from all over. I've managed to cram in a few more points of interest, hopefully without getting too cramped, reworked Silver Hayes to better reflect the layout, and updated the naughty corner to match the current set up. It aint perfect – wanted to add a few other bits and pieces – but think it's pretty much ready. Are there any glaring flaws? Obvious omissions? Want to draw a line under it soon so I can get it printed to go outside the Green Welfare tent ?️☕?
  23. 40 points
    I've been reading this forum and other social media platforms about this mornings sale and thought I'd jot a few of my thoughts that have gone on through the day as I eventually got on with life and went off for a family meal this afternoon to celebrate a birthday. Context, I was trying to get tickets for my thirteenth Glastonbury in a row, and we had 8 people from my hometown trying to get tickets, plus I had another 20 or so mates (some of whom I usually camp with) dotted around the UK trying as well. One group of six got sorted, the rest of us missed out, this is the 2nd time I've missed out in the main sale, the last time was in October 2014 for the 2015 festival when I then got tickets in the April coach resale. 1. Groups and organisation. EVERYONE is organised now, well pretty much, and even if you aren't someone you know already has put you into a group. Whatsapp groups, spreadsheets, facebook messenger etc everyone has caught onto that you need it and so thus theres no disorganisation when people get through and only book 1/2 tickets (unless an odd number in a group) even if you only need a small amount usually a mate of a mate has claime the other four in your pot in case you get through, which results in transastions of six happening a lot more now than before. 2. Technology. EVERYONE now has either a smart phone, iPad, laptop etc lined up, and then multiple versions of them and getting friends and relatives who aren't going to help to maxmise chances of getting through. Again, everyone has caught onto this being the best plan of attack and so everyone does it, so naurally tickets are going to sell faster. 3. Social Media Backdoor links (although not this year) are circulated around, tips, which brower to use etc spread like wildfire now thanks to efests, Twitter etc. The second someone shares something they've found then 20,000 people have usually seen it within a minute. This has worked for me as far back as my first G in 2004, and I recall the Oct 2012 hosts thing getting about 20 of us tickets. It also helps generate interest of the festival, you can go on YouTube and watch multiple vlogs of peoples festival to see what it like, something I didn't have back in 2004, I recall going to my first Reading in 1999 completly blind to what it would be like, ok I'd seen the ITV late night coverage before but all of the camping and assocated chaos I was completly blind to until I got there which was almost magical to me as it took me by suprise. 4. Bucket Listers I've said this elsewhere on here, a lot of people see Glastonbury as the daddy of festivals, so if they've going to do one before they're 30/40/50/60 etc then it will be this one. Its also the most diverse so attracts people from all ages so will always see steady popularity. 5. BBC coverage The coverage is 2nd to none, even when I started watching it back in 1997 it was brillant as it gave you a real insight into what it was like and it was actually safe to go to. They hype it up to keep the interest going and hope it will churn over a new generation of festival goers. 6. Weather and Fallow Year 2017 we had great weather and also we've now just had a fallow year which may explain the record numbers trying, 2007 was a complete mudbath so 2008 really struggled (combined with the Jay-Z thing) to sell. My own personal thoughts is that for the next few years at least we are going to see sales like this (maybe even quicker), i don't think its newbies taking all the slots or whatever I think its just retained its audence for year after year as its so well slick and organised its just massivly massivly popular now. The numbers of people in their 'groups' getting mentioned are all really really high, look at the girl in the article linked below, 108 in her group?! May sound slightly OTT but i've seen big groups of 50/60 all together at the festival, i think the most we had was 35 in 2011. https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/newsbeat-45733661 Has it become too poplular? Yes. Is that the organisers fault? No. Could the system be fairer? Possibly? Should I be assured of a ticket because i've been loads before or should that go to someone who's 22 who's not been before to see what its like, just as I did back in 2004. Its a hard one to call, smaller festivals need to look after their regulars because without them the festival would probably collapse, but Glastonbury is unique in that it doesn't need that anymore, it could sell 5 or 6 times over these days. I'm gutted I don't have a ticket, but perhaps not as gutted as I would have been 5/6 years ago and with most of my other mates missing out its a slightly less bitter pill to swallow. I'm going to try for coach re-sale and main resale (if i don't get a coach one) and then if not just pick another festival to go to instead. Glastonbury has given me some of my best memories, I've seen so many top acts, been on weird nights out there, seen relationships start there, and sadly one end. but its not my festival and its for all to enjoy so perhaps it just wasn't my turn this year. Peace and love to you all.
  24. 39 points
    For one time... Nice quality names still to come for RW. A lot of them. A lot of great female acts too. This batch of names was logic. People who are liking the more commercial names are happy now, the feedback on social media were very clear about that. Most of the people need this type of easy commercial artists. I don't have to say how many criticism they get because it was too alternative (FNM, Pixies, Wilco, Strokes, Thom Yorke... are not those easy mass acts). I'm not happy with every artist, but they fit the RW philosophy perfect. Some names mentioned, people are thinking that they won't come anymore to RW (because they have a loaded schedule or ...) , will still play and will be announced very soon. Not easy to make the perfect line up, same story every year. And yes, everybody can say that. Till next time... PS: stop about MCR, please 😂
  25. 39 points
    Morning all. Rain overnight but it has only affected the top inch of the ground. Rain now stopped and it's brightening up. Nothing to worry about. One more sleep to go. It's going to be the best one yet Sorry about the poor framing of the vid.
  26. 38 points
  27. 38 points
    Just left site. Not too bad. Gateway into Crew Field blocked to avoid swampification but ground still very firm.
  28. 37 points
    Overheard this between a couple in the queue for the loos post Mylie... Girl : You were really rude to Gareth then. Boy : What do you mean? Girl : He came over to say hello and you just completely ignored him. Boy : Look I’m here for the music, it’s called Glastonbury not Garethstonbury.
  29. 37 points
    Good Morning everyone , wherever you may be in the world and whatever stage of prep you are at . I just thought I would take 5 minutes to do a pre Glastonbury thank you message in advance of the Festival .... Thanks first of all to Michael and Emily for hosting the worlds most incredible party ....... @eFestivals for his incredibly hard work and long hours running this site I hope you know how much your efforts are appreciated ..... thanks to @deebeedoobee and @Sawdusty Surfer for the level of detail in your ground reports , the weather threaders whos minute by minute reports we have all wanted to avoid looking at but couldnt avoid the sneaky dip into the thread .... Any fancy dressers who posted on the thread .. @CeriG for sorting my ticket out and great organisational skills .... @vintagelaureate and all the others who have been on here through the dark days of the fallow year ...... to every single volunteer I salute your efforts what a remarkable bunch of people helping to run this party and to FMS whos superb services I hope im not in need of this year and to the resalers the party is just going to be a better one next time Stay safe people , put those phones down and participate and have a fantastic festival See you around the farm CF X
  30. 37 points
    An homage to the thread of the year ? see you all in the field on Wednesday.
  31. 36 points
  32. 36 points
    You twisted my arm... put another log on the fire and pass the hip flask. It's a long yarn, but a good one. Anyone who was there in 2007 knows there was only one way to survive that weekend - and it wasn't to be present in your own head. My housemate and I had made the dubious choice of buying a load of random crap from EDIT before the festival (the folly of youth!) - various leaves, extracts and pills... almost all absolutely awful resulting in grinding teeth and headaches. By Saturday morning there was nothing left apart from tired legs and crushing hangovers, so we made the executive decision to head over to Dance Village and take in a Wrong Music showcase whilst keeping an eye out for passing, ahem, 'businessmen' who might sell us something that actually works. Didn't take us long and we'd found someone who sold me a handful of "absolute bangers, mate" outside a bar tent... in the pouring rain, I decided the safest place for them was a container that used to contain some of the legal highs. As I'm closing up the lid, I get a tap on the shoulder from a Stuart Security bloke... look round and there's three of them. B*llocks. I quickly made sure to tell them my friend had eff all to do with any of it and he disappeared to let our other friends know what had happened whilst security took 'care' of me behind one of the fences. Gave me the full unpleasant security experience to the best of their abilities... in my bag I had the remnants of the legal highs, over half an ounce of lovely thai stick and the newly acquired pills and a few bits of clothing... everything including my clothes and bag got dropped in the mud whilst they "searched". The security meatheads made sure I knew I'd be arrested, ejected from the festival and would end up with a court date in the next month or so... they even said I'd be banned from future festivals. After a thoroughly unpleasant half hr with them the Avon and Somerset police turned up with a Land Rover and took over. Drove me a short way to two portakabins they had set up just outside the fence with another guy who was obviously in a similar situation to conduct formal searches. The other guy got led by another PC into one of the rooms first and as he did, he flicked a little baggy out of his pocket into the mud. The officer standing with me, saw it, picked it up and gave it to the other cop then came back to me... "Did you see that?" "Yeah, did he toss a baggy into the mud?" "Yep, now my colleague has to get his rubber gloves on and give him the full works. You're not going to do anything that silly are you?" "Err, absolutely not officer..!" From then on we had a pretty decent banter going... he took me into the other portakabin and took all the dodgy stuff out of my bag... legal stuff on one side, pills and weed on the other. We were in there probably 30 mins waiting for transport to the temporary cells at the Showground and we chatted the whole time... he was complaining about the fact security kept bringing them in soft targets like me who "aren't causing any trouble, but just cutting loose on their time off" who the cops really didn't care about rather than genuinely violent/nasty people who would make the festival dangerous and unpleasant for everyone else. By the end of it we had agreed in any other circumstance we'd probably enjoy sharing a pint together. He said the worst I'd get was a caution and a free bus back into the site. When the transport to the showground arrived, the guy took my bag of weed, put it with the legal highs and told me to put it all back in my bag. "I need to send the pills for testing because that's what you were brought in for, but I'm happy everything over here is fine and you won't get searched again" Utter legend of a man. Was at the showground for around 3-4 hours... everyone else was there for an hour or so. Get in, test the drugs, caution, back on the bus. After 3 hours I call over to a PC and ask what's taking so long "Not sure, but we're having trouble with your test results. I'll try and get someone to come over." In the end they took me for processing without the test results... the pills had tested negative for MDMA and Cocaine and those were the only tests they had on site. Yep, unless I'd accidentally bought something really weird, they were DUDS. In the end, they bus me back to site on bail pending results of the further tests which took some explaining at the gate (everyone assumed if I was on bail rather than just getting cautioned on the spot I must have done something SERIOUS!), but I finally made it back in and back to my tent around 2am and I can honestly say I have never enjoyed a cuddle from two men and a spliff as much as I did right then. On Sunday afternoon I had a call from the WPC who interviewed me the night before. The results had come back and the pills contained.... CAFFEINE. ???
  33. 36 points
    Thanks Neil, really appreciate it (and thanks for the full explanation on email). Apologies to everyone else for being the catalyst for this messy thread and thanks to those came to my support (without knowing a thing about me). I would most definitely like to move on :-).
  34. 35 points
    Good morning all. Don’t post much, more of a reader than a writer. Thought I’d share my personal experience of the outbreak. I’m based in China, in one of the provinces worst hit by COVID outside of Hubei. Being on lockdown ain’t much fun at all. I’m lucky that I live alone because it means that I can at least leave the house every two days for supplies; friends who live with their families seem to be having a much harder time as only one designated family member is allowed to go out every two days. It’s really rather trying but the measures that have been put in place seem to be working. I work in a university. We were supposed to be starting the new semester three weeks ago but there’s still no sign of a starting date. Considering how badly the situation was handled to begin with, things are moving pretty fast and we are hopeful that things will return to something like normality soon. The problem was definitely made worse by the Chinese government’s refusal to admit there was a problem and the silencing of anyone who spoke out at the beginning. That’s where you guys who aren’t in China have an advantage over us here, because you don’t have the hindrance of a government trying to hush the whole thing up. I’m not one given to panic, but a healthy amount of paranoia might be a good thing in this case. It is really easy to catch the virus, but also pretty easy to treat, according to reliable friends who work in the city’s hospitals. I’m sure that you won’t face anything like the scale of infection or restrictions that we have been going through, hopefully you won’t get disappeared for speaking out either! This forum has been a real tonic, reading and watching all the discussions and arguments has helped alleviate the boredom a lot. I’m really hoping my VPN is up to scratch or this may be the last anyone hears of me for a while! That’s my tuppence worth anyway. Love from China [cough cough] M
  35. 35 points
    Okay let do my best here to tip some folks wise: Genosys – major doof with a twist HAAi is the new superstar of the Daniel Avery / Andrew Weatherall / Erol Alkan world. Trippy, rock-informed techno. She will level the place. Same too Anthony Parasole and Randomer. Massive warehouse bangers with a hint of trance uplift. Here's a good starter on HAAi: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btFDS6bdb8w Honcho is the best gay party in America, Leeon is a resident of Bogota's Video Club, Partok is the biggest name to come from Tel Aviv's The Block, Dan Beaumont runs Chapter 10, Roi Perez is a current poster boy of Panoramabar and Siren are a young collective running great pro-femme underground raves in London. You're basically getting the cutting edge of queer techno in the open air, in spaces which used to be for the veterans of Detroit and Chicago, which is a bold and great move imho. IICON – big league experimental electronics under a ridiculous conceptual structure best seen to be believed Batu and the Zenker Brothers are behind two of the hottest labels going (Timedance and Ilian Tape respectively), absolutely phenomenal DJs blending all aspects of broken techno, garage, dubstep, breakbeat, whatever. Bruce, Hodge and Stenny will play similarly but this, from Batu, is best go-to: https://soundcloud.com/dkmntl/batu-at-dekmantel-selectors-2018 Moor Mother is like an Afrofuturist Kate Tempest. This lecture is fascinating stuff and her performances are pretty astounding: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VPWi2wJELh4 L-Vis 1990, Kode9, Manthe Ribane, Demdike Stare, Lee Gamble will all fall into sounds of the UK underground that used to fill the actual London Underground, envoys of Hyperdub, DDS and Night Slugs. Don't miss the small-font Hessle Audio, which is Ben UFO, Pearson Sound and Pangaea. Musically, the stage is largely a monument to the "continuum" of jungle, dubstep, soundscapes, rave etc. NYC Downlow & Meat Rack – queer mania Legend O'Clock: Mr Fingers will be the deeper version of Larry Heard, I expect. Add him to Tony Humphries (Club Zanzibar in New Jersey, think Ron Trent level thick, disco-y house and you're there) and Erick Morillo (tribal king of NYC and Ibiza) and you've got a mega trio. The Black Madonna people probably know, this time b2b with Garrett David, who's a resident at Queen! in Chicago's Smartbar and releases on Lobster Theremin too. They will be great fun. Same too Midland and Gideön, they know the territory intimately. Sweely is one for the minimal lovers, quite like Traumer or Margaret Dygas. Interesting pick for there. Mexican Jihad also interesting, part of the NAAFI label, eclectic bass stuff. Wes Baggaley, Dan Shake, Trouble Vision et al carry this on in the Meat Rack, which is even more sordid. Dan was very good fun last time, played a lot of Brazilian edits which had sweat dripping. Hope that helps
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  37. 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!!
  38. 34 points
    I think on a music festival message board it’s a legitimate question to ask. It doesn’t suggest the OP doesn’t give a shit about anything else. Of course there are much bigger things to be worried about, but that doesn’t mean you can’t also miss live music.
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    OMG!!! I've only gone and won the Glastonbury ballot!! This is my first time trying for tickets and I nearly cried when I didn't get them last month. I am just so, so happy and I have decided to finally pluck up the courage and join this site. I see you are all lovely people and I hope to see some of you down on the farm. Sorry if this comes across as gloating but I just cannot keep this in. YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!
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    I DID IT GUYS!!! I’ve managed to grab a slot off them, just filling out the form now for the festival. Wow. Incredible.
  41. 33 points
    Band sings a song about killing tories, national news. Tories enact policies that end up killing the poor, the sick, the disabled, the homeless, the elderly and end up reducing the life expectancy of the whole nation, just another day at the office.
  42. 33 points
    Update..... We both now have tickets!!!! We tried for tickets last October but weren't lucky. A few months later my wife became pregnant so we weren't fussed about missing out. A very shitty 10-week pregnancy was followed by a miscarriage, which we were obviously devastated about. Decided to try for tickets in the resale to have a bit of a blow out but were again unlucky. Then a few days ago my friend, who is a booking agent said he may be able to sort two tickets. They've now been confirmed. I am down as one of his DJs photographers, so have to take photos for him when he's playing (not my forte but I'll learn fast). But fuck it, we're going to Glastonbury!!!!! So emotional right now.
  43. 32 points
    As has become customary, I present to you my Spotify playlist for next year's festival: Glastonbury 2020. As in previous years it’s compiled, and regularly updated, as follows: Confirmed acts first, followed by those rated ‘To Be Confirmed’ and ‘Strong Rumour’ on eFestivals' marvellous lineup and rumours page. For each act, the songs are those they’ve been playing most often live over the past year/tour, to give the best idea of what we'll hear on the Farm. I get this from setlist.fm, and additional Googling where necessary (for DJs, the 1001tracklists and mixesdb sites - although I won’t cover DJs comprehensively). Acts on the main stages get 5 songs each, fewer songs for the smaller stages. So we currently have Diana Ross, and then TBCs Supergrass, Wolf Alice, Fatboy Slim, Beans on Toast & Mik Artistik’s Ego Trip; and SRs Fleetwood Mac, Taylor Swift and Foals (there’s also Lionstar but there any songs by the ‘right’ Lionstar on Spotify). Enjoy! Any comments/ideas for improvement, please let me know here.
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    It's Monday morning and I'm actively avoiding real work so I'll bite: The initial discussion was about Greta, specifically her possible appearance at Glastonbury, which given the history of the festival is a perfectly reasonable shout. You waded in with an ascertion that she's been used by XR and attached a link to an article by one of their founders to back up your 'argument'. You then chastised a poster for downvoting you because you presumed they hadn't read the article. Firstly, the article has nothing to do with Greta so I'm not sure what you think the relevance is to the discussion on her appearance at Glastonbury. Secondly you use it to apparently justify your belief in the well-worn, right wing, anti-climate catastrophe trope that she's being exploited by her parents and doesn't actually believe what's she's currently spending her youth campaigning against. I happen to live in Sweden which, as I'm sure you'll be aware given you interest in her, is where Greta is from. Far from her distress at the current climate emergency unfolding before our eyes being limited to her and exploited by her 'anti capitalist' parents it is rather, unfortunately, becoming symptomatic of a wider issue for school children of her age group. There's been stories on TV over here of kids experiencing stress and anxiety due to climate change. This is the reality for these kids who are growing up with more knowledge and anger about the situation than any generation that's come before them. This, absolutely bollocks, trope about her being exploited is nothing but a way for older, irresponsible pricks like us to pretend what she's saying isn't completely true and isn't our fault. She's an articulate, intelligent 16 year old who knows more about this subject than most of us. She'd be a fantastic guest for the festival in 2020.
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    Can't keep up with the Weather Thread. Stopping here now
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    Apologies for radio silence this morning. I was busy trying to stop Big Dog from getting killed/ killing the scaffolders as he is incredibly nosey. Good job he can’t climb ladders....or at least I don’t think he can. ok so since last reported we have had 1mm of rain recorded in the RAM jam jar. Current level is 36mm since Monday lunchtime. there is NO water in the well. The stick is showing 6 inches of wet from the mud but this is where the water would have drained away this morning. So a better reading will be tonight once the draining has finished. the sun is out, light breeze and it’s warmed up loverly. Big Dog has even decided it’s nice enough to lay out in the garden. Although this could be because he’s passed out, exhausted from keeping an eye on the scaffolders and not having a morning snooze/ fart session as per normal.
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    Some people are just so self important.
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    Hi there, I have a pair of tickets for YNOT this weekend. Libertines, Catfish, Jamiroquai, Fat White Family (gutted about missing FWF). I can't make it because of a family issue. I'd love somebody from here to take the tickets. I'd ask that you take them because you are going rather than selling them on. They include the festival, camping, car parking and early entry on Thursday. If you have some cash for them please donate anything you like to Alzheimers Research UK. If you are strapped at the moment then take them for free. First to respond here can have them. Collect in central London or I'll do my best to post to you. Waap

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