Took and impromptu half day from work as had a bit of a chest infection and planned to head over on Tuesday morning but got a bit excited Monday evening and instead got dropped off Monday night at around 10pm I think (it was dark), blagged a guy on a gate that we were stewarding in the Dance Tent, said we had a meeting with someone at 10am to get passes, guy on the gate said "what, phil...?", "aye, that's the fella" one of us replied, "in you go" he says ( I can't remember the exact name so, Phil, or John or summat) - A couple of the lads had stewarded the Dance Tent in 99 so that was our pre-prepared blag.
Got in, set up camp, had a mooch, got loads and loads of firewood and got absolutely wasted.
Tuesday we just chilled, explored and got loads more wood... fire went 24/7!
Wednesday the rest of our posse arrived with tickets and loads of goodies, got on it all day. At about 10pm we discovered a sound system laid on by Kodak to sell disposable cameras, there was a guy urging people to buy cameras as he'd blagged his bosses that this would be a goldmine, I reckon he was a bit worried about his job. The Kodak Sound Stage ran 24/7 (I think) and was nothing short of kicking all of the time. I've never seen that stage since so I reckon maybe they didn't flog many cameras and matey got fired, or maybe digital took over, who knows?
A bit later in the evening/early hours two of our lot, who, to be fair, we hadn't noticed were missing, turned up, one had had a massive bad one in a Turdis and was only saved from calling an ambulance by the other guy (imagine the call, Glasto virgin, 999, "I'm in a portaloo at the Glastonbury Festival, I think I’m dying!"), it was a bit of a downer for us all because he did go on a bit (all week), "how can you do this..." blah, blah, blah. Obviously we were sympathetic (to start) but, well, we were on a mission and he'd failed boot camp.
Thursday, can't remember, went to the Kodak Stage, left at about 7am I think, it was certainly warmish and well in to daylight.
Friday, watched Macy Gray, she was ok, a weird looking naked bird and her bloke walked right past us through the crowd and scaled a speaker tower, which was a highlight. Stayed for the Chemical Brothers who I was fairly underwhelmed by, hit Kodak, left around 8am, again I think, it was definitely not night time and it had warmed up.
Back to camp feeling pretty spangled, tried various medications to try and smooth things out, eventually fell asleep after sweating in me tent for hours, woke at 5pm, freaked out, went to payphone and got my missis to pick me up... I was in a bad way!
Home, shower, food, turned the tele on to watch footage, turns to missis " I think I may have been a bit hasty..."
Back on site by 9.30, met a couple mates outside, we paid some scousers a diver each (each of us not them) to get through their hole in the fence, found the posse (usual spot next to the yellow Wolves flag) got a loada jip for buggering off, got on it, watched Travis (enjoyed 'em come the end), hit Kodak, left in daylight again and can remember no more.
Went home Sunday I reckon as I remember watching Bowie on the tele, had to have two weeks off work (chest infection and brain malfunction) and forever regretted missing Bowie in the flesh.
Was it good, maybe, not sure really, it was very messy and in the words of Jarvis (sort of)... I seemed to have lost an important part of my brain, somewhere, somewhere in a field in Somerset... not alright!