I told you I was behind!
At the end of June, there's this little thing called Glastonbury Festival.
Basically 200,000 people go invade a guy's farm in the West Country over one weekend in June, some 100 stages happen to pop up and the world's greatest performers play - and you have to forgo all hygiene standards and get used to slipping up in mud for the pleasure of it.
And it's amazing.
This year is my second Glastonbury, and now counts as the second Glastonbury where I did not cry and/or punch someone for being annoying. It was, however, my first Glastonbury where I embraced the real meaning of "Glastonbury Mud" - And believe me, that sort of mud, with 200,000 people trampling over it at speed whilst also drunk? D a n g e r o u s. When you're not in the mud, though, it's hilarious. Honest.
|These are the long drops. The clue is in the name, but be glad you can't smell it.|
It's hard to really sum up how Glastonbury makes you feel in a blog post, you want to talk about nearly tripping over Maisie Williams, the madness of the weather, the goddess that is Dolly Parton in real life (at a 1:3 scale, of course), the really annoying guy camping next to us, the Hill of Death, and all the amazing experiences, food, performances, artists and bands we saw this year - but even from such a short list, there's far too much to say!
For now I'll leave you with pictures - And the BBC's Coverage - but Glastonbury is certainly something you should experience soon, even if you're as high maintenance as me!
Miss you, Glastonbury! Until next year (probably)!
Have any of you been to Glastonbury? Or any other festival -- and how did you get on?