Worst experience

[paulo999]

My worst moment ever, was in 2008 around midnight on the Friday, I was walking from the Other stage field into the dance area. Through the Gate through the fence if you know what I mean, it was busy with people and muddy from the rain earlier that day. I remember looking at one bit and thinking I'm going to break my leg if I go that way so I moved more to the right of the walkway/gate took my time, got through the mud thought yes I'm safe then proceed to finish the text I was writing..... I then remember being in mid fall to the right hearing a snap and being on the floor... This couple helped me up asked if I was ok etc I was like no i've broken my leg, to which they didn't understand as I was standing up!

So they went of I hopped some how through mud to security told them I'd broken my leg, they called the "ambulance" which was actually a land rover with two big huge northern guys in it, I then got taken to the 1st aid place via the backstage route, the staff there where as good as a chocolate tea pot, informed them what happened they took my wellie of foot, my foot was at a funny angle, upon seeing this I burst out crying was ok up to then!

I was then informed it's sprained, told to rest leg keep above my hip and go to the 1st aid place tomo up by the farm where they have an x ray machine, my friends turned up at this point carried me back to tent that night, Next morning we went off to other 1st aid place, informed I have a spiral fracture, was plasted on site given crutches and sent on my merry way!

Rest of sat was spent at my tent sulking/sleeping/crying, Sunday I set up camp at the back of the other stage with chairs blankets and watched the one stage all day, friends where/are fantastic they got me food etc etc going to the toilet was a bitch!

Moral of story don't break your leg!!!!

I'm taking a book this year just incase

[muddyslingbax]

if we're using dysentry and falling in other peoples shit as the bench mark, then all my glasto's have been fairly trouble free... so far.

Only stand out in my head is in 2008, think it was the Thursday, lovely afternoon, out in summer dress and flip flops. Started pissing down in the evening and it just didn't stop. Admittedly I'd been greedy and peaked a little early but it (felt like) took hours to get back to dairy ground camp from god knows where at god knows what time. Apart from muddy ankles (no, didn't have my slingbax on at this point ) I'd done ok. Got to the entrance of our field and fell head first into a deep muddy trench and got covered from head to foot. So much for my pre G lady business of buffing skin, conditioning hair, blah blah;it kind of set the scene for the weekend.

It was fab though and i'd do it all again

[muddyslingbax]

My worst moment ever, was in 2008 around midnight on the Friday, I was walking from the Other stage field into the dance area. Through the Gate through the fence if you know what I mean, it was busy with people and muddy from the rain earlier that day. I remember looking at one bit and thinking I'm going to break my leg if I go that way so I moved more to the right of the walkway/gate took my time, got through the mud thought yes I'm safe then proceed to finish the text I was writing..... I then remember being in mid fall to the right hearing a snap and being on the floor... This couple helped me up asked if I was ok etc I was like no i've broken my leg, to which they didn't understand as I was standing up!

So they went of I hopped some how through mud to security told them I'd broken my leg, they called the "ambulance" which was actually a land rover with two big huge northern guys in it, I then got taken to the 1st aid place via the backstage route, the staff there where as good as a chocolate tea pot, informed them what happened they took my wellie of foot, my foot was at a funny angle, upon seeing this I burst out crying was ok up to then!

I was then informed it's sprained, told to rest leg keep above my hip and go to the 1st aid place tomo up by the farm where they have an x ray machine, my friends turned up at this point carried me back to tent that night, Next morning we went off to other 1st aid place, informed I have a spiral fracture, was plasted on site given crutches and sent on my merry way!

Rest of sat was spent at my tent sulking/sleeping/crying, Sunday I set up camp at the back of the other stage with chairs blankets and watched the one stage all day, friends where/are fantastic they got me food etc etc going to the toilet was a bitch!

Moral of story don't break your leg!!!!

I'm taking a book this year just incase

[snipe]

2009, took a load of codeine before the fest to 'block' me up and avoid Glasto poo-age. by Friday night stomach was absolute agony, didn't manage to crap until nearly two weeks later and felt like I was on the crapper for a year....never again.

Edited June 5, 2011 by snipe

[Aragorn]

meveberine can give some extremely unpleasant reactions, I have IBS but refuse to use it. I find beer a good enough muscle relaxant

Edited June 5, 2011 by Aragorn

[Karmann]

Moral of the story - stick to illegal drugs!

[Abster]

Ouuuuch!

Good on you for sticking with it though.

[muddyslingbax]

Sometimes you just got to smile and get on with it as they say

Your mud story is funny, all clean fresh from home then splat! I would of been really pissed off, hope you don't fall this yr

[lilyallenatemyhamster]

I got some mud splashed on my hoody in 2009, just awful :'(

[Staggers]

To be honest it seems that a fair amount of this stuff could be avoided by common sense - eating enough (decent) food, drinking water, some sleep, using suncream, wearing a hat or at least putting a t shirt on your head in the baking sun, taking tissues with you wherever you go, shitting when your body needs to and not panicking so much about the toilets and not taking any legal highs in a reckless manner (if at all).

[Bluearsedfly]

After partaking in some mind altering substances up the stone circle which seemed like a good idea at the time with a few mates for a giggle, the following is a summary of our experiences;

Me- halfway through Gomez on the then NME stage, things started to kick in. I started to grow roots and thought I had turned into a hundred year old oak tree, literally not being able to move for what seemed like an age. Decided to go back to the camper for a chill before Muse and my now metal legs were not under my control due to the small people lining the walkways with very strong magnets, totally comical and missed Muse not surprisingly, lesson learnt.

Friend No 1. - Around the same time as my oak tree impersonation my mate had a turn for the worse with numerous "demons" and other nasties apparently haunting him with menacing threats and basically scared the bejesus out of him. He still has issues with discussing that night and was glad he was with someone who had not been party to our earlier indulgence.

Needless to say we have avoided said substances since then as although my experience was comical, did wipe out am entire night and mentally scar my mate.

Just say no Zammo!

[so_wot]

I have no strong views on drugs, but was struck by the following question my mum put to me after I'd made a fool of myself when high:

- would you stay the night with, trust with your wallet or leave your dog with these people? If not why the hell are you prepared to consume unknown chemicals that these people sell you?

Good question. Lesson: if you're going to consume be bloody sure of your source. Don't score from strangers at festivals.

Edited June 6, 2011 by so_wot

[Bluearsedfly]

2009, the usual gang decided not to go. Sat in work Friday morning looking at the webcam decided, bollocks I'm going solo. Managed to get a ticket, yes this as the year still available on the Friday! And off I went. Got down no problems in about 3 hrs 30 and picked up ticket relatively easy.

Ok, so coming so late, I was basically parked in Devon. I think it was W26 or something but it was the last overspill carpark in the county. Anyway, walked in happily swigging my first ale and headed straight for the Brothers Bar and enjoyed a few pear ciders enjoying Fun Lovin Criminals.

Decided to head up to The Park and met some great folks and got on the brandy coffees, first mistake!

The night went in and after failing to find Jim Bob decided I needed a couple more pear ciders. Skip forward a few hours and I can recall wandering through a waisthigh corn field being followed by the men in black van. To be fair, these guys realised I was over refreshed and steered me towards the main road, although they looked like if I gave them a wrong look could be nasty!

So I am on the long walk back to Devon 36 and not really looking forward to a night in the car and shuffling along the raised bank that Borders the road. Next thing I can recall is falling and jamming shoulder level with my ruck sack strangling me! There was a pavement slab that was covering some sort of opening that had been dislodged over the day. God knows how far the drop was or what I could have fallen on if not for my ruck sack stopping the fall to the bottom.

Some nice folks behind me lierally hauled me up and offered a cup of tea in the B&B they were staying in, thanks if you are by any chance reading this. A bit of shock set in and spent the rest of the night trying to find the flippin car.

To say I was in a little pain the next day would be an understatement, my shoulder has only just recovered but I like to think of it as my Glasto medal, and will still be back for more this Year. Off course my mates think it hilarious.

[TimmyP's Mobile Disco]

Worst experience?

Sunday night 2007, just been forced to watch the Who against my better wishes. It was raining hard, it was a long walk back to my campsite and I lost my boots more than once in the sticking mud. I was so tired and weary that I just wanted to leave. That has never happened before and I hope never again.

[CaptainAcid]

I have no strong views on drugs, but was struck by the following question my mum put to me after I'd made a fool of myself when high:

- would you stay the night with, trust with your wallet or leave your dog with these people? If not why the hell are you prepared to consume unknown chemicals that these people sell you?

Good question. Lesson: if you're going to consume be bloody sure of your source. Don't score from strangers at festivals.

[seebee71]

Looking back, from the comfort of an armchair and with the anticipation of this year's festival still to come, I have to say I've not had a worst experience.

From the absolute awe of my first Glastonbury in 2004, when I was struck by the sheer size and scale of the site, helped no doubt by the sunny start to the weekend, through the years of rain, the mud, the storms, the thunder, the lightning, it's all been fantastic.

Yes, there were moments where I lay in my tent, avoiding the incessant downpour thinking 'what am I doing here?' but equally there were moments when I sat on a chair in the middle of the Jazz/World field covered only in a cagoule in the pissing rain having a pint of cider with a grin on my face thinking, perhaps somewhat maniacally, 'It doesn't get much better than this.'

From the 'Na, na, na, na na na naas' of Hey Jude at McCartney, seeing Amy Winehouse in her prime at Jazz/World, Joss Stone in a secret Leftfield show, The Who in the pouring rain, ENO doing Wagner's Ride of the Valkyrie, getting emotional at Blur, seeing Shakira do that thing with her hips, Michael Jackson's death, to name but a few personal moments, it's all been good.

Even when my mate shit his pants in the backstage compound and we had to leave the hospitality bar to try to hose him down...it's Glastonbury. It's always good.

[Ponyegg]

Even when my mate shit his pants in the backstage compound and we had to leave the hospitality bar to try to hose him down...it's Glastonbury. It's always good.

[shiveringsky]

Totally agree - i thought id take a new pair of converse as my main footwear - really should of known better.I ended up buying a pair of german army boots at the surplus store - basically hobbled myself for the weekend.

Edited June 7, 2011 by shiveringsky

[ukslim]

Two "worst" stories; not sure which was worst. And one near miss.

1. Missing Morrissey, suffering food poisoning in my tent. Moral: wash your hands, kids.

2. Sunday night, 2007. Struggling from the Theatre field to Row Mead through the mud, exhausted, in pissing rain. Horrible.

And the near miss - also 2007, me and my mate Al were having a fine old time, drunk, having post-headliner larks. Al loses his footing and falls HARD near one of the bridges. He is muddy but fine. We realise that his temple had landed two inches from the corner of the concrete bridge surface. I'm lucky I didn't spend the rest of the evening accompanying him in an ambulance.

[bumpy_capers]

on my way though the Jazz world field I started to feel a bit paranoid that everybody was watching me, then I remembered I had three glow stick round my head four round my neck I was wearing flashing neon sunglasses. After this realisation I saw the funny side and felt a whole lot better

[seebee71]

Oh come on! We've got to hear more about this :-)

[Spindles]

Tommmy would be so proud.

[LusciousLucy]

^^^^^

So true

[escollay]

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.

[Ed the Belly]

Ok, so it's 2004. My first Glastonbury and I've gone with four friends. The weather is glorious, as we set off from London on Thursday morning and arive on site mid-afternoon. We're all camping in the hospitality area, which at this point is still situated between the Pyramid and Other stages (it's still there, but the camping has moved). Back then there was pretty much the hospitality bar and that was about it. We camp close to the bar, up against a fence that has been put up next to the BBC/campervan compound just next to a standpipe with a short hose...we thought it would be handy for water. How little did we know how badly we would need it!

Thursday goes well, set up tents, bimble around the site taking it all in and trying to get some idea of where everything is. Then it was back to the backstage area bar to watch the football. England playing someone...Portugal perhaps? Can't remember. Anyway, turned into a very drunken night, and a very short stagger back to the tent.

Next day we all surface, potter around, catch a few early bands in the sun. At this point I'd only ever heard about the mud, so couldn't believe in this glorious sunshine that Glastonbury could ever be anything but sunny! After baking in the heat for a few hours, boozing, we then decide to head back to tents for a bit. Couple of friends go for a lie down, while mate and I decide to keep going and have a pint in the bar. I get the drinks in and sit down at the table in the bar, pick up the paper for a read and after a couple of swigs my mate jumps to his feet and says, "Toilet, back in a minute". I don't think anything of it at that moment...you don't, do you? But when I'd finished the paper and my pint, I'm starting to wonder what's going on. The toilets are two minutes away one direction and our tent two the other direction. I head down towards the tent and see a couple of mates sitting outside their tents, grinning. Ask them if they've seen our other mate and they laugh and say he's got a bit of a problem.

Turns out as he stood up in the hospitality bar he sharted, and shat himself. In a blind panic he ran straight back to the tent, shit streaming down his legs. Of course I missed all this reading the paper. Which was a damn shame, not least because I was sharing a tent with him and that's where he bolted to. Had I noticed this I might have stopped him getting into the tent. As it was, he'd gone in the tent to try to take his clothes off, but finally emerges in a towel. We had to hose him down using the standpipe, or as best we could, then send him packing for the showers. Needless to say I was not amused at the shit spatters around the entrance to our tent. Thankfully he'd had the sense to remain in the entrance porch to take his clothes off, but still managed to leave a Jackson Pollock-esque display on the outside of the tent and outside of the inner. He had to clean that when he got back too. But like I said earlier...there are no worst moments of Glastonbury...just memories. All of them good. (If I shit myself, I might change my mind, but so far so good)