Worst experience

[so_wot]

Mine was passing out in the toilets after an explosive dump. A mix of the strain, the smell and having a used my body for two days. I only passed out for a couple of seconds but felt sooooo ill afterwards I vomitted over myself.

I had to call my mate to rescue me. He led me to a quiet area near the fence and called our mates to fetch water. By the time they arrived I was lying naked trying to clean myself with wet wipes. For some reason I still had my welly boots on and made quite a photo for them! They poured water into and over me, and I missed much of that afternoon.

Lesson learned: know your limits, listen to your body and eat regularly not in binges, plus think about what you're eating, drinking and smoking if you're not used to excess.

Edited June 3, 2011 by so_wot

[The Nal]

Havent had a bad experience at Glasto. 6th time this year.

Ive enjoyed everything. Even the dodgy shits!

[mrtourette]

If you use a long drop with a spring-loaded door make sure it has a lock, otherwise you'll end up holding the door closed with one hand and trying to open a packet of tissues using the other hand and your mouth, and they pack those tissues into those little packs tight.

[Aragorn]

last year unfortunately, had been ill on and off for 3 weeks, from this time last year as it goes. Turns out I had the beginnings of IBS and I spent 5 days seeing more of the long drops than anything else last year. Still soldiered on though, no way I was going home. Now I know what I can and can't eat glasto this year is going to be a massive one to make up for last year.

[geebus]

2007. Hit a tyre wall at circa-100mph when my brakes failed motorbike racing the weekend before. Broke tib and fib and severely battered the rest of my body.

My flat mate came back telling me how great it was despite the weather; how he pulled on the first day and generally had a great time spending the festival with this girl.

Learned? Well, be absolutely paranoid about your front brakes and triple check them before every race, I suppose - though not sure that'd have helped in this case either .

Edited June 3, 2011 by geebus

[Karmann]

Drunk and bendy, had to go to the Pyramid bogs during Kings of Leon - the loo was full - I always hover - although lost my footing and my instant reaction was to put my hands down to stop the fall - I'll leave the rest to your imagination - it was f**king gross! seriously, even when I think about it now I have to retch!

[swede]

Getting camped up last year. Cant remember what gate we got put in at but its the one were you walk through all the campervan fields on then face the big hill before the gate. We got in and then we were told by the stewards that the only free camping was in the opposite corner of the festival at gate A. Halfway towards gate A we found a bit of campsite that a steward told us we could pitch on only to be told after we'd got our tent out by a different steward that space had to be kept clear. When we finally got to the camping field near gate A my mate who was in the army and is pretty good with distances said we'd walked about 5-6 miles with out stuff. Ive learnt from my mistake and bought a massive trolley incase history repeats itself. Im also setting off on the Tuesday and staying in a hotel the night so I dont potentially have as much to do on the Wednesday this year.

[tommmy]

Mine was passing out in the toilets after an explosive dump. A mix of the strain, the smell and having a used my body for two days. I only passed out for a couple of seconds but felt sooooo ill afterwards I vomitted over myself.

I had to call my mate to rescue me. He led me to a quiet area near the fence and called our mates to fetch water. By the time they arrived I was lying naked trying to clean myself with wet wipes. For some reason I still had my welly boots on and made quite a photo for them! They poured water into and over me, and I missed much of that afternoon.

Lesson learned: know your limits, listen to your body and eat regularly not in binges, plus think about what you're eating, drinking and smoking if you're not used to excess.

[audio farm]

i was at global gathering and some 'security' staff asked me and my mates for a search (we were fondling around with some goodies to be fair). we were pretty startled, young, naive, etc and agreed to. we had all of our stuff nicked of us, cash, drugs, phones, the lot.

they werent obviously security, rather massive intimidating guys dressed in security clothes... we followed them from a distance and i decided it would be a good idea to ask them for ID at which point he tried to smack me in the head with a big maglight torch and narrowly missed, and he grabbed and ripped my hoody as i ran off.

we spent the night telling police as we obvisouly wanted these f**kers to get caught and prevent them from doing it to anyone else (missing 1 of only 2 nights at the festy) and eventually they managed to arrest them from our descriptions. when one of them was arrested they found a 12 inch blade taped to his chest.. i was very lucky i didnt get struck with that torch..it could have been a lot worse for me!

moral of the story... security have no legal rights to search you.. if your caught in a similar situation (in the middle of doing drugs etc) you dont have to show them/hand them over anything.. if theyre big and intimidating,being forceful and/or have no ID just run away fast.. the fraudsters are unlikely to run after you as they wont want to draw attention to themselves. you can just tell the other 'proper' security staff employed by the festy to f**k off as these are known to abuse theyre power and take drugs of people too.

[camperman]

My worst moment every year is when i wake sometime on monday and realise theres no pages left on clash finder , no more were shall go first what food stalls to fit in between acts etc

[StoneCrow]

In 2007 i lost the top half of my clothes watching Fat Boy Slim. I took my tops off to dance while pretty mashed and set them down next to a pole thinking i'd pick them up after. Never to be seen again! It wasn't all bad though as i made my way to welfare who helped me out with an old jumper and jacket and i went on my merry way. The worst was yet to come...

... Found my friends down in Lost Vagueness after and we carried on the night. On the trek back to the tent however, i slipped in the mud and badly twisted my ankle Spent the rest of the festival hobbling around very slowly and in a lot of pain, especially with all the mud as every time i made a step, my foot sank in the mud and pulling it out added to the pain!

I kept the spirit alive though and was determined not to let it ruin my festival. My friends where great too, helping me out. Especially my friend Liz who lent me her shoulder many times when the mud got too bad.

What did i learn? No matter how much you think you are, you are NOT invincible to everything when wearing wellies!!!

[MadCampingNut]

Not Glasto related, but a few years ago, I ran short on some weed when living in students digs, so asked a guy if he could sort me out. He offered me the biggist bong i'd ever seen. I was a bit weary but took the hit anyways, soon after I was coughing my lung up really bad and got to the stage where I could breathe, tripping out I thought I heard and ambulance in the distance and was like I need an ambulance I' going to die.

After a short time I mellowed out and had one the best highs in my life.

Rule: Don't panic especally on drugs just ride the storm.

[Jackmypie]

2009 getting back from the festival I had f**king Swine Flu. Or at least I think it was. Never felt so bad in my life!

[so_wot]

In 2007 i lost the top half of my clothes watching Fat Boy Slim. I took my tops off to dance while pretty mashed and set them down next to a pole thinking i'd pick them up after. Never to be seen again! It wasn't all bad though as i made my way to welfare who helped me out with an old jumper and jacket and i went on my merry way. The worst was yet to come...

... Found my friends down in Lost Vagueness after and we carried on the night. On the trek back to the tent however, i slipped in the mud and badly twisted my ankle Spent the rest of the festival hobbling around very slowly and in a lot of pain, especially with all the mud as every time i made a step, my foot sank in the mud and pulling it out added to the pain!

I kept the spirit alive though and was determined not to let it ruin my festival. My friends where great too, helping me out. Especially my friend Liz who lent me her shoulder many times when the mud got too bad.

What did i learn? No matter how much you think you are, you are NOT invincible to everything when wearing wellies!!!

[brain yolk!]

Yeah I think I got swine flu on the last night of Leeds 2009, just came back from Faith No More and shivered in my tent all night, got an amazing 8 hours sleep though

[Bisque]

I pissed myself running from Dizzee Rascal up to the Park Stage to see "Radiohead". Didn't even catch any of it & I don't even like Radiohead.

[so_wot]

GF had reminded me of our worst festival experience which was at Reading. We were not enjoying it (never again) had a massive row and split up.

I was so low and just wanted to go home. She got custody of the tent and I had to share with my best mate and his (then) new b/f. Now I love them to bits and am not homophobic in any way, but their nightly noisy games of hide the sausage drove me mad!

[LusciousLucy]

After years of thinking I must have eaten a dodgy sausage at the G, after yet another annual dash to the longdrops and only just making it, I was merrily told back at CT that its the cider to blame!

I now know to line my stomach well before filling it with fruit acids. There are no stomach gripes quite like it.

[One Tonne Baby]

probably at reading 2006...dont know what was wrong with me..on the last night felt awful and paranoid (not drug induced) was lying in my tent with a pillow over my head while all the idiots were throwing their gas canisters into the fires.

What have a i learned? dont go to shitty reading again.

Edited June 3, 2011 by One Tonne Baby

[so_wot]

probably at reading 2006...dont know what was wrong with me..on the last night felt awful and paranoid (not drug induced) was lying in my tent with a pillow over my head while all the idiots were throwing their gas canisters into the fires.

What have a i learned? dont go to shitty reading again.

[Doomz]

Easy.

Finding out 4 hours before catching the coach, that I'd pinned my tickets to a board in my kitchen that

sat over my recycling bin, and I'd chucked out my tickets the previous week. Turned flat over at 3am

in the morning, travelled up anyway, and spent 3 hours trying to bungee cord myself to the underside

of various vehicles going through the gates, before a freind found somebody with a loose wristband

with a ticket who looked like me. Nightmare.

-D

[MyTwistedWords]

probably at reading 2006...dont know what was wrong with me..on the last night felt awful and paranoid (not drug induced) was lying in my tent with a pillow over my head while all the idiots were throwing their gas canisters into the fires.

What have a i learned? dont go to shitty reading again.

[sonny]

Last year we queued for 8 hours to get in in the blazing sunshine and thought it would be wise to start supping from our frozen 10 litres of strong rum punch.....hatless. Fast forward another couple of hours to find me and my pal booing like babies, puking where we sat surrounded by semi-erected tents.

And about 2 litres of the withches brew left.

Oh and the cucumber sized blisters on the backs of our necks were very pretty too.

What Ive learnt: Only mad dogs, Englishmen and over-excited festivalers go out in the midday sun.

[MyTwistedWords]

Last year we queued for 8 hours to get in in the blazing sunshine and thought it would be wise to start supping from our frozen 10 litres of strong rum punch.....hatless. Fast forward another couple of hours to find me and my pal booing like babies, puking where we sat surrounded by semi-erected tents.

And about 2 litres of the withches brew left.

Oh and the cucumber sized blisters on the backs of our necks were very pretty too.

What Ive learnt: Only mad dogs, Englishmen and over-excited festivalers go out in the midday sun.

[sonny]

ouch!!!