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Pat's BlogGlastonbury BlogTuesday, June 28, 2005 at 9:20 PM I went to Glastonbury. I had one of the best times of my life. Over the next few days, I'm going to tell you all about the event. *cracks knuckles* Here we go, then... Day One, Wednesday 22nd Part One – Getting To Glastonbury Amazingly, the day got off to a relaxed start. In a major aversion from my normal “Shit! I’m leaving in 1 hour, I’d better start packing!” methods I’d managed to pack almost everything the night before, so after getting up at 7:30, I idled about for a while before Gareth came around to pick me up for our food and beer shopping trip at 9. Gareth, by the way, is one of the guys I went to Glasto with as you can probably guess. He’s a mate from school who I hang around with in Da Hood that is my lovely home town (blimey, it was 1991 when I first met him… oh dear I feel old). Other guys I went up with were Ian and Paul, who were both mates of Gareth’s at college and who we both hang around with now (although less so Paul now as he lives up in Suffolk with the farmers). They are below, sporting our lovely Chas N Dave Tshirts with yours truly:  After our shopping trip we set off for the festival at about 10:30. The journey was great as a) the traffic was really good and b) we had all made compilation CDs of tunes to play on the way. Tunes on my CD were a bit of a mixed bag, including Mylo’s “Drop the Pressure”, The Darkness’s “Giving Up”, Goldie Looking Chain’s “Your Mother’s Got A Penis” and Genesis’ “Jesus He Knows Me”. Naturally I’d wasted a large amount of time mixing my CD on the computer and making some piss-take “More Variety” jingles… here and here if you’re bored. Put it this way, Gareth (who hates listening to the same Maroon Five and Joss Stone songs on his totally-anonymous-Essex-based-FM-radio-station) found them very funny. After 3 and a bit hours, we got there and as we unpacked we were amazed at how close to the gate we were! According to a steward we asked as we unloaded our stuff, the gate was “just over there” at the edge of the field! Delighted, we walked to the edge of the field... into another large field. We walked across the large field... into another field. We walked across that field to the site’s perimeter fence. We walked for 5 minutes around the perimeter fence and found the entrance. Essentially, the steward was made from a cake of lies. We’d’ve gone back and shouted were we not knackered from carrying Gareth’s bad-ass heavy six man tent (should’ve been 4 man but thanks to a bloke in Argos being too grumpy and lazy to swap the wrong item when it arrived, we got a 6 man)... and in need to get the disposable BBQs out and have some tasty Linda McCartney burgers! (N.B. this specific case may have only been me). After finding a spot on the hill looking over the Pyramid Stage (and feeling amazed at the amount of tents already pitched at 2pm) we pitched the (huge) tent, Gareth answered a call of nature in an inappropriate place, we cracked some beers open and got the barbies out. We knew then it was going to be damned good few days. Phew, right that'll do for now... not used to this "staring at a computer screen for hours on end" lark yet! 0 Comments:
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