Best and worst experiences

[glastofever]

Hope this hasn't been started i had a look.

Just thought we could share some of our best and worst.

Best experience - Was watching a lady off her nut by a very muddy JP stage in 05 falling all over the place with a crowd bigger than the pyramid watching her. Plus watching cracking bands (too many to mention)

Worst experience - nothing as yet well maybee eating a ropey burger and too many pints then regretting it.

[glastofever]

sorry i posted it twice

[russycarps]

best: watching girls flash their lung warts during bands

worst: pooing my pants

[Brizzle]

getting a phone call at 4am from my girlfriend on the saturday morning after having the best night of my life saying that she was being taken to taunton hospital....leaving the site with her and the hospital was a horrible experience on a major comdedown.

....i would say that was the worst for me...

[glastofever]

getting a phone call at 4am from my girlfriend on the saturday morning after having the best night of my life saying that she was being taken to taunton hospital....leaving the site with her and the hospital was a horrible experience on a major comdedown.

....i would say that was the worst for me...

[Aragorn]

blimey bad one - was she alright ?

not really had a bad one - suppose the mud in 07 with the missus and her first experience of a festival was not too pleasant but she still enjoyed it...

saturday last year was a bad one aswell didn't leave my tent all day and night...

[slipmatt]

I post this everyyear My nightmare trip home, in 07 I think...

Left campsite just after 10am.

Got to car park shortly after 11am.

Sat in car park till 6pm when we finally got off site

Got stuck in traffic jam till 7pm

Started drive home, got stuck in another traffic jam at 8.30pm

Stopped off at services to get food. Food counter closed.

Stopped off at another services to get food. Food counter closed.

Stopped off at yet another services to get food. KFC closed - but luck - cross over the bridge to the other service food will be served. Crossed over bridge, they closed the counter as we arrived. Now 11pm.

Headed back onto rode, got to M25 and took turning into Staines instead of heading south towards gatwick.

Turned round and back onto m25.

Got to crawley, just after midnight

Dropped friends off

Started heading to my own house - someone drove into the back of my car.

Sorted that, carried on home

1am - Got to my house and saw my back garden had been totalled by a car that had veered off the road, over tke kerb and straight through the fence, trashing the garden.

Had to pick up my sisters dog, as she was away.

Drove to my sisters, got to front door - doh not got key!

Drove home.

Drove back to sisters.

Picked up dog.

Drove back home.

oooh I thought - what about my tortoise that was in the garden. Missing.

Went into house

Found note from neighbour - he had tortoise. Phew.

Went to bed.

Woke up - dog had pooed 3 times.

Anyone beat that? Third year?

Hope your all cool

M

[glastofever]

I post this everyyear My nightmare trip home, in 07 I think...

Left campsite just after 10am.

Got to car park shortly after 11am.

Sat in car park till 6pm when we finally got off site

Got stuck in traffic jam till 7pm

Started drive home, got stuck in another traffic jam at 8.30pm

Stopped off at services to get food. Food counter closed.

Stopped off at another services to get food. Food counter closed.

Stopped off at yet another services to get food. KFC closed - but luck - cross over the bridge to the other service food will be served. Crossed over bridge, they closed the counter as we arrived. Now 11pm.

Headed back onto rode, got to M25 and took turning into Staines instead of heading south towards gatwick.

Turned round and back onto m25.

Got to crawley, just after midnight

Dropped friends off

Started heading to my own house - someone drove into the back of my car.

Sorted that, carried on home

1am - Got to my house and saw my back garden had been totalled by a car that had veered off the road, over tke kerb and straight through the fence, trashing the garden.

Had to pick up my sisters dog, as she was away.

Drove to my sisters, got to front door - doh not got key!

Drove home.

Drove back to sisters.

Picked up dog.

Drove back home.

oooh I thought - what about my tortoise that was in the garden. Missing.

Went into house

Found note from neighbour - he had tortoise. Phew.

Went to bed.

Woke up - dog had pooed 3 times.

Anyone beat that? Third year?

Hope your all cool

M

[Kyelo]

I have only been to one Glastonbury and unfortunately the one memory that really sticks in my mind is a bad one.

I broke up with my girlfriend 2 weeks before Glastonbury. We were still kind of talking so met up. Spent the day with her and her friends, had a brilliant time. We were walking past the Other stage and I turned around to see her fully embraced, kissing another guy. Totally broke me half

Will have to make some new, spiffing Glastonbury memories this year to blast that into touch

Edited April 27, 2009 by BenchBuddah

[Chazeboy]

I post this everyyear My nightmare trip home, in 07 I think...

Left campsite just after 10am.

Got to car park shortly after 11am.

Sat in car park till 6pm when we finally got off site

Got stuck in traffic jam till 7pm

Started drive home, got stuck in another traffic jam at 8.30pm

Stopped off at services to get food. Food counter closed.

Stopped off at another services to get food. Food counter closed.

Stopped off at yet another services to get food. KFC closed - but luck - cross over the bridge to the other service food will be served. Crossed over bridge, they closed the counter as we arrived. Now 11pm.

Headed back onto rode, got to M25 and took turning into Staines instead of heading south towards gatwick.

Turned round and back onto m25.

Got to crawley, just after midnight

Dropped friends off

Started heading to my own house - someone drove into the back of my car.

Sorted that, carried on home

1am - Got to my house and saw my back garden had been totalled by a car that had veered off the road, over tke kerb and straight through the fence, trashing the garden.

Had to pick up my sisters dog, as she was away.

Drove to my sisters, got to front door - doh not got key!

Drove home.

Drove back to sisters.

Picked up dog.

Drove back home.

oooh I thought - what about my tortoise that was in the garden. Missing.

Went into house

Found note from neighbour - he had tortoise. Phew.

Went to bed.

Woke up - dog had pooed 3 times.

Anyone beat that? Third year?

Hope your all cool

M

[ivan]

This is a true story , and actually you might know the guy.

Me and my mate Juliet were watching Edtors last year on the Saturday. A guy pushes past loads of

people , misses us and continues to push his way around. He was about 6 foot , and looked like

Thurston Moore with shorter hair but more ginger and glasses.

Anyway everyone thought - what an ignorant t**t , but continued watching Editors.

After band had finished we decided to wander back to our 12 man scout tent , up in big ground. Juliet went to the loo and as I approached our tent - guess who was wandering around it and sat in one of our

chairs , that we always leave out.

Juliet got back from the loo and I said we have a visitor.

Cut a long story short he skinned up and I tried to make conversation , said he was from Chester but did not know they had a wall round it. Found out he was actually Canadian. A bit later decided I needed the

loo and a drink so went to my tent for my wallett. Happened to go back to scout tent to see if my mate

wanted anything.

Canadian lad was sat kneeling in front of Juliet trying to lift her top off. Big argument ensued , said he was sorry and would leave when he finished his smoke.

It finished that he could not be arsed to move so I gave him 10 seconds before I went to fetch my hammer,

"Thats it , I am gonna f****g bray you with my f****g hammer you Canadian T***t , finally got him

to leave our tent and head back to the Pyramid Stage !

I spoke to Juliet and she said she just froze when he lifted her shirt and was so grateful I had come

back so soon !

[Kyelo]

This is a true story , and actually you might know the guy.

Me and my mate Juliet were watching Edtors last year on the Saturday. A guy pushes past loads of

people , misses us and continues to push his way around. He was about 6 foot , and looked like

Thurston Moore with shorter hair but more ginger and glasses.

Anyway everyone thought - what an ignorant t**t , but continued watching Editors.

After band had finished we decided to wander back to our 12 man scout tent , up in big ground. Juliet went to the loo and as I approached our tent - guess who was wandering around it and sat in one of our

chairs , that we always leave out.

Juliet got back from the loo and I said we have a visitor.

Cut a long story short he skinned up and I tried to make conversation , said he was from Chester but did not know they had a wall round it. Found out he was actually Canadian. A bit later decided I needed the

loo and a drink so went to my tent for my wallett. Happened to go back to scout tent to see if my mate

wanted anything.

Canadian lad was sat kneeling in front of Juliet trying to lift her top off. Big argument ensued , said he was sorry and would leave when he finished his smoke.

It finished that he could not be arsed to move so I gave him 10 seconds before I went to fetch my hammer,

"Thats it , I am gonna f****g bray you with my f****g hammer you Canadian T***t , finally got him

to leave our tent and head back to the Pyramid Stage !

I spoke to Juliet and she said she just froze when he lifted her shirt and was so grateful I had come

back so soon !

[russycarps]

This is a true story , and actually you might know the guy.

Me and my mate Juliet were watching Edtors last year on the Saturday. A guy pushes past loads of

people , misses us and continues to push his way around. He was about 6 foot , and looked like

Thurston Moore with shorter hair but more ginger and glasses.

Anyway everyone thought - what an ignorant t**t , but continued watching Editors.

After band had finished we decided to wander back to our 12 man scout tent , up in big ground. Juliet went to the loo and as I approached our tent - guess who was wandering around it and sat in one of our

chairs , that we always leave out.

Juliet got back from the loo and I said we have a visitor.

Cut a long story short he skinned up and I tried to make conversation , said he was from Chester but did not know they had a wall round it. Found out he was actually Canadian. A bit later decided I needed the

loo and a drink so went to my tent for my wallett. Happened to go back to scout tent to see if my mate

wanted anything.

Canadian lad was sat kneeling in front of Juliet trying to lift her top off. Big argument ensued , said he was sorry and would leave when he finished his smoke.

It finished that he could not be arsed to move so I gave him 10 seconds before I went to fetch my hammer,

"Thats it , I am gonna f****g bray you with my f****g hammer you Canadian T***t , finally got him

to leave our tent and head back to the Pyramid Stage !

I spoke to Juliet and she said she just froze when he lifted her shirt and was so grateful I had come

back so soon !

[Red_Eye_Jedi]

Best - Wednesday, Sun going down.. decided to head up to the stone circle walked to the top.. turned round.. and oh my god. BEAUTIFUL.

Worst - Not being able to buy a bottle of water.. because i was scared of the people selling it.. (total paranoia..) but luckily i got my head together after my friend assured me they were lovely people

[beamends]

Best Bit : Went 4 years on the trot, but can't remember much about it.

Worst Bit: Went 4 years on the trot, but can't remember much about it.

[Onion Terror]

Best - Ending up playing as part of an Indian band wandering the festival after buying a tambourine as an impulse buy. Still no idea how that came about but it brought home how brilliantly random Glastonbury can be.

Worst - Having to leave the site in an ambulance last year after setting myself on fire after The Verve. Can't really be sure how this happened either but I think I walked into someone's giant candle and the gin/cider concoction on my t-shirt just went up. Ended up with mainly second degree burns to my chest and arm but I was more upset about missing the last night. Waking up in Yeovil hospital with a combination of "Where am I?", alcohol poisoning, burns, a dangerously high dosage of codeine and the knowledge that I'd missed my coach home was not the best way to start the Glasto come down.

I think I must need therapy for the amount I'm still looking forward to this years despite all that

[Laura_Babs]

best: watching girls flash their lung warts during bands

worst: pooing my pants

[BlackHole2006]

Best Bit- Arriving

Worst Bit- Leaving

[glastoman417]

best: watching girls flash their lung warts during bands

worst: pooing my pants

[Funkfarley]

getting a phone call at 4am from my girlfriend on the saturday morning after having the best night of my life saying that she was being taken to taunton hospital....leaving the site with her and the hospital was a horrible experience on a major comdedown.

....i would say that was the worst for me...

[hazey_jane]

Best- just any of those special moments that make it special. So in 04 watching Gareth Jones do his escape from cling film act on the outdoor circus stage in a rare moment of sunshine between showers, in 05 dancing to the Highliners and meeting them, in 07 Glenn Tilbrook singing Black Coffee In Bed and the crowd joinging in with the backing vocals and in 08 watching Crowded House in the sunshine with a great mate next to me, a beer in my hand and singing along to 'everywhere you go, you always take the weather with you'. Happy happy day.

Worst- toss up between feeling very ropey half way through a veggie burger last year from the Blue Moon Cafe (I think it's called that) which left my stomach feeling like a washing machine I only felt well when I was sat down - made watching Billy Bragg a bugger- but had a good old chunder after his set and felt better. Or in 07 when an ex-friend of mine behaved like a total tit, resulted in everyone changing their plans to accomodate her sorry drunken ass and her being ungrateful and unapologetic for all the shit she caused us. Hence why she is now an ex-friend

Edited April 27, 2009 by hazey_jane

[Brizzle]

Right, Im just gonna say it cos everyone else is obviously too polite to just come out with it.

They are all thinking it though..

What the hell happened!?

[amfy]

Best - spending Saturday on my own in 97 so that my brother and his G/F could sort out their "domestic" and having a wonderful random day starting with being invited for kippers on toast with the travellers around King Arthurs round table in Avalon, and then meeting a gorgeous 6'4 bloke in a cowboy hat during Dodgy and spending the day with him - seeing storming sets by Neneh Cherry and The Chemical Brothers before losing him just before Radiohead. Just short of perfect!

Worst - throwing up all the way home in 2007 having spent the entire night spinning out, without having any idea why or what on! (Probably simply 5 solid days of very severe alcohol abuse!) The other half had left me collapsed in the porch of the tent in disgust, but had to drag me in when he got up at about 4am and found me still there, turning blue! In retrospect - I think completely overdoing it at Glastonbury may be my choice of ways to go - but it would have to be Sunday night!

[Pilton]

Best = Going to Glastonbury

Worst = Not going to Glastonbury

Seriously, BEST, was my first time going in 2007, and never having any Idea, that I would spend four days talking to complete strangers who were The Friendliest people I had ever met.

I am usually the sort that would not go to a restaurant on my own, but after 07, I reckon I would feel comfortable going to Glastonbury on my own. I have to add to that, seeing my daughters face, it was her first time and I had to convince her to go!! she has never looked back.

WORST, nope can't think of one !

[Abbathehorse]

I have only been to one Glastonbury and unfortunately the one memory that really sticks in my mind is a bad one.

I broke up with my girlfriend 2 weeks before Glastonbury. We were still kind of talking so met up. Spent the day with her and her friends, had a brilliant time. We were walking past the Other stage and I turned around to see her fully embraced, kissing another guy. Totally broke me half

Will have to make some new, spiffing Glastonbury memories this year to blast that into touch