Glastenbury

Glastenbury Music Festival!! Well it meant nothing to me when i first got told about having tickets to it. Now however, it means a totally awesome time, and one i will never forget. Packed up George's van on Thursday night and got ready to roll. I couldnt believe that they had 8 chilly bins in the kitchen filling every single one with beer and ice. How could we possibly drink all that, i wondered. Still they were all saying i still dont think we'll have enough to drink. We hit the road, headed for the biggest music festival in England and the 2nd biggest in Europe. Got there at 1am and started by having to open every chilly bin for it to be checked for glass. The 7 bottles of Jack Daniels had to be poured into plastic bottles along with the 4 bottles of Vodka. And then we were allowed in. We set up our tents and at 2am i managed to crawl into my tent and sleep. Woke up the next morning to rain, and heaps of it. It poured down. George had some white overall things that we all wore, we looked so funny. but we were dry and thats always a plus. The rain stopped about mid day so we headed, by foot, thru the mud to the festival. And couldnt believe it when we saw that alot of the tents had had water right thru them. And mud!!! Mud for miles. We had a ball. George and I took off and wandered thru the whole festival grounds and by the time we got back, we were covered in the stuff. We watched a couple of bands then i took off for some sleep cause i was buggered. The next day got up and headed to the pryamid stage to watch the All Blacks kick the arse of the Lions. Here we were, sitting in a foot of mud listening to the english commentors saying how the nz weather was terrible and that england was having a heat wave. Yeah Right!!!! Not!!! There was not much i wanted to see that day on the stages so i went back for breakie, then spent a quiet day in the tent reading, and sleeping, much needed. Sunday was the day i had been waiting for. First up was James Blunt, fantastic. Then the others arrived down and Jools Holland came on. He was alright. Then the man himself, Van Morrison, i couldnt believe it. He had Ruby Turner with him as well, it was 'hosh gwaan'. George and I then headed for the Jazz Stage and got there in time to see 'The Wailers'(Bob Marleys Band). I couldnt help but cry, this was so surreal for me. I was having the best time doing things that i could only have dreamt about. We got back to the pryamid stage where the others were and rocked out there for awhile, then about 12.30am George said he would walk me back to the tent. It was a very wobbly walk back as we were both quite pissed. He managed to push me and i landed straight on my arse in the mud, which he thought was quite funny. We had had the best day. It was great. Totally mind blowing and just as the girls had said, we ran out of beer.