We've Renamed This Song "Fuck The BNP"
I've finally found the time/motivation to write up Glasters.
We managed to get straight in to the parking fields (literally NO queueing, I was well shocked). We passed Stonehenge on the way, which from the car looked really small. We also got a bee trapped in the car which caused much amusement.
My mates from Cardiff weren't so lucky and were stuck in traffic for 6 hours. They didn't get pitched up til 11pm! Anyway, we walked all the way across the bloody place to find Maff's mates who were "camped in a field near 3 trees". Useful. I stomped my feet after walking up and down random fields and hills for an hour and we pitched up. We had the worlds most ghetto tent (thanks ma!) with a fair few holes in and with no zip on the front door. This combined with the verticalness pf the hill meant I actually woke up outside the tent after sliding down the hill out the tent one morning.
The view from our tent
Potched around Wed night, had a few drinks and same again Thurs. We had a cracking thunderstorm Thursday tea time, which was a bit scary being out in the open, but really quite pretty watching the lightning and stuff.
I was dressed for the weather, Luke not so much.
Finally managed to locate Linda, Jonny & Jen and met up with them in the dance village and ended up stumbling upon East 17! Which was good for the lulz. This was when some randomer came up to us, pissed as a fart, said "MIchael Jackson's dead" and stumbled off. We were all "yeah yeah whatevs, there's always these rumours - it was Cliff Richard last year" and then I got the Guardian the next morning and was all> o.O! By Friday afternoon there were people with "I was at Glasto when Michael died" tshirts on! Maff and Luke went back to the tent after East 17 because they're lightweights, I stayed up, drank my first ever full pint of cider and got my rave on to Altern-8 til 4am.
Cos of the Thunderstorm, it was a tad muddy Friday. We got up early to see Dan Black and I wished I hadn't bothered, he was pure gash. Saw The Rakes, then caught the end of Regina Spektor. Hung around for N*E*R*D, who provided some quality comedy. They came on about half an hour late, and Pharrel was big talking "we've been told to cut our set short because of the late running but there's 200,000 (wrong) English people (wrong) here and they've paid $100 (wrong) to see N*E*R*D (wrong) so they're gonna get N*E*R*D!" Which we did (and they were good), until they cut off the sound halfway through Everybody Nose when they refused to leave the stage because they hadn't finished their set yet. Pharrell was still on stage singing and dancing around even though no one could hear him, they ended up getting security to get him off. Genius. Trotted back over to see White Lies and Friendly Fires (a suprise highlight). The Specials were amazing. Everyone was dancing and just having a wicked time. Just before they played "Message To You Rudy" they had a little rant about the BNP and how nothings changed since they were around the first time and protesting against the national front, and announced that they'd renamed the song "Fuck The BNP", to massive cheers from the crowd. We finished the evening with The Ting Tings (another suprise, they weren't bad!) and Bloc Party. Pulled out some of my best moves raving along to Flux etc. and me and Luke had some brother/sister bonding.
LJ CUTS CAN GO FUCK THEMSELVES! Jesus Christ! Why is it so fucking difficult?!?
Tomorrow (probably) - Saturday, Sunday & post glasters shennanigans.
Also, my workmate's daughter was confirmed swine flu today, and she's come down with a sore throat this afternoon. JOY.
We managed to get straight in to the parking fields (literally NO queueing, I was well shocked). We passed Stonehenge on the way, which from the car looked really small. We also got a bee trapped in the car which caused much amusement.
My mates from Cardiff weren't so lucky and were stuck in traffic for 6 hours. They didn't get pitched up til 11pm! Anyway, we walked all the way across the bloody place to find Maff's mates who were "camped in a field near 3 trees". Useful. I stomped my feet after walking up and down random fields and hills for an hour and we pitched up. We had the worlds most ghetto tent (thanks ma!) with a fair few holes in and with no zip on the front door. This combined with the verticalness pf the hill meant I actually woke up outside the tent after sliding down the hill out the tent one morning.
The view from our tent
Potched around Wed night, had a few drinks and same again Thurs. We had a cracking thunderstorm Thursday tea time, which was a bit scary being out in the open, but really quite pretty watching the lightning and stuff.
I was dressed for the weather, Luke not so much.
Finally managed to locate Linda, Jonny & Jen and met up with them in the dance village and ended up stumbling upon East 17! Which was good for the lulz. This was when some randomer came up to us, pissed as a fart, said "MIchael Jackson's dead" and stumbled off. We were all "yeah yeah whatevs, there's always these rumours - it was Cliff Richard last year" and then I got the Guardian the next morning and was all> o.O! By Friday afternoon there were people with "I was at Glasto when Michael died" tshirts on! Maff and Luke went back to the tent after East 17 because they're lightweights, I stayed up, drank my first ever full pint of cider and got my rave on to Altern-8 til 4am.
Cos of the Thunderstorm, it was a tad muddy Friday. We got up early to see Dan Black and I wished I hadn't bothered, he was pure gash. Saw The Rakes, then caught the end of Regina Spektor. Hung around for N*E*R*D, who provided some quality comedy. They came on about half an hour late, and Pharrel was big talking "we've been told to cut our set short because of the late running but there's 200,000 (wrong) English people (wrong) here and they've paid $100 (wrong) to see N*E*R*D (wrong) so they're gonna get N*E*R*D!" Which we did (and they were good), until they cut off the sound halfway through Everybody Nose when they refused to leave the stage because they hadn't finished their set yet. Pharrell was still on stage singing and dancing around even though no one could hear him, they ended up getting security to get him off. Genius. Trotted back over to see White Lies and Friendly Fires (a suprise highlight). The Specials were amazing. Everyone was dancing and just having a wicked time. Just before they played "Message To You Rudy" they had a little rant about the BNP and how nothings changed since they were around the first time and protesting against the national front, and announced that they'd renamed the song "Fuck The BNP", to massive cheers from the crowd. We finished the evening with The Ting Tings (another suprise, they weren't bad!) and Bloc Party. Pulled out some of my best moves raving along to Flux etc. and me and Luke had some brother/sister bonding.
LJ CUTS CAN GO FUCK THEMSELVES! Jesus Christ! Why is it so fucking difficult?!?
Tomorrow (probably) - Saturday, Sunday & post glasters shennanigans.
Also, my workmate's daughter was confirmed swine flu today, and she's come down with a sore throat this afternoon. JOY.