And so Glastonbury rose yet again muddy and damp. These points I remember:
1. So glad was I to have my waterproof trousers packed and ready, as well as a spare pair of waterproof boots, a decent tent, trenching tools, many clean socks, and my car to hand.
2. I had to pay for my car to be cleaned after. "Cars like this are not made to sit in the middle of Glastonbury," my valet said most sincerely. I agreed.
3. Free loo roll in large quantities is a mixed blessing. It is strange handing out so much loo roll, with such commercial restrictions. The loo roll igloos, seats, tables, bowling and crawl spaces were great, but catering to the needs of the promoter while running a cloakroom service was an ever-varied challenge.
4. Whoever stole Ed's boots after the spalien acecraft gig is a great big meany.
5. Hanging out with Helen, exploring, and drinking lovely mead.
6. The straw to stem the tide, and the ever-present safety-factors.
7. I fixed my rings. Gawd bless the silversmith on the hill.
8. I remember the orange rinds floating down the river of water that washed past the portaloos and down to the stream. They bobbed.
For the first time in many years I'm not sure if I want to return. All I see in my mind is mud and dirty waters flowing. I've been there since 1995 (missing one along the way) but I fear, if it weren't for the lovely, lovely people we work and camp with, I suspect I would have left long ago.
