I cycled to the festival one year, and as I was starting to pedal up the first hill of the Mendips, a guy pulls along side on his bike. He's about the same age as I was (25), shirtless, with shoulder length hair. We started chatting and he said he was heading to the festival too. I said how he had hardly any stuff, he just had a bum bag going diagonally across him. He said it had a folding grappling hook in it, he was going to try jumping the fence. It was like a spontaneous thing, I think he was sat at home and thought 'eh may as well try'
We split up once we were down the hills and into the village, but I admired his spontaneity. I guess if he made it inside he'll have just stayed for a couple days, because he really had nothing with him.