Ruby 1979
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Hi everyone,
I'm writing a crowd-sourced novel about Glastonbury festival, and I'm looking for people who have a Glastonbury story to tell.
It might be a big story, like the year you gave birth, fell in love, or found yourself. Or the time you lost all your friends, your inhibitions, or even your mind. But I want the little stories too – the Glastonbury moments that couldn’t have happened anywhere else (and which you tell to people who’ve never been, and they just don’t get it).
You can find out more about the project here: [ed: link removed]
But I'll also post my favourite story from the site so far, just to whet your appetite:
"My first Glastonbury, 1995. It cost £65. I was 17, and fairly wet behind the ears. It blew my mind. The scale, noise, chaos. I was drunk on sherry I had pinched from the back of the tins cupboard at home, and stoned sideways. I had bin bags for shoes. I was using creme de menthe as toothpaste. PJ Harvey was playing, and she was my icon. I fell in love with the man I was to spend the next 15 years with- watching him swaying like a drunk sailor in a storm at her gig in a short skirt. Later he was seen stalking the campsite with his mohawk and a ghettoblaster playing the cape fear soundtrack, whirly-eyed on acid. It was also the start of many friendships that continue today…Glastonbury is a psychedelic playground, where you earn your buddy stripes! Later, I met a traveller with no teeth called Angel who offered to take me around the west country in his Merry Pranksters style bus. I would have gone, too – if I had remembered to meet him (lucky escape there!) A man dressed as Jesus slept outside our tent one night, we let him in, and he stole the sherry and the creme de menthe, confirming my suspicions about Christianity. Your first Glastonbury leaves a mark. The mark of the BEAST!"
Oh, and if writing down a whole story sounds like too much effort, I'm also collecting material on Twitter (@glasto_novel), using the hashtag #myfirstglasto.
Thanks for reading!
Ruby
I'm writing a crowd-sourced novel about Glastonbury festival, and I'm looking for people who have a Glastonbury story to tell.
It might be a big story, like the year you gave birth, fell in love, or found yourself. Or the time you lost all your friends, your inhibitions, or even your mind. But I want the little stories too – the Glastonbury moments that couldn’t have happened anywhere else (and which you tell to people who’ve never been, and they just don’t get it).
You can find out more about the project here: [ed: link removed]
But I'll also post my favourite story from the site so far, just to whet your appetite:
"My first Glastonbury, 1995. It cost £65. I was 17, and fairly wet behind the ears. It blew my mind. The scale, noise, chaos. I was drunk on sherry I had pinched from the back of the tins cupboard at home, and stoned sideways. I had bin bags for shoes. I was using creme de menthe as toothpaste. PJ Harvey was playing, and she was my icon. I fell in love with the man I was to spend the next 15 years with- watching him swaying like a drunk sailor in a storm at her gig in a short skirt. Later he was seen stalking the campsite with his mohawk and a ghettoblaster playing the cape fear soundtrack, whirly-eyed on acid. It was also the start of many friendships that continue today…Glastonbury is a psychedelic playground, where you earn your buddy stripes! Later, I met a traveller with no teeth called Angel who offered to take me around the west country in his Merry Pranksters style bus. I would have gone, too – if I had remembered to meet him (lucky escape there!) A man dressed as Jesus slept outside our tent one night, we let him in, and he stole the sherry and the creme de menthe, confirming my suspicions about Christianity. Your first Glastonbury leaves a mark. The mark of the BEAST!"
Oh, and if writing down a whole story sounds like too much effort, I'm also collecting material on Twitter (@glasto_novel), using the hashtag #myfirstglasto.
Thanks for reading!
Ruby
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