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Glastonbury 2007 pt1: the build-up

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MsShirlLaverne said:
I'm worried about my tent too :(
I haven't got one. :( I shall be heading for the sales next payday :)
I'm going to buy a girly princess tent :cool:

Dub's sister has one that looks like wallpaper on the outside and has a stag's head on the door :D It's funny.
 
my tent expired last year, so i got one of those expando auto self assemblo ones...open the bag...put it on the ground....undo the strap and with a noise that sounds a bit like "bdoing" you have a tent. it's great :)

I think the thing I'm waiting for with most interest is the license application. There's been a lot of speculation as to an increase in capacity, and a conversation I had with someone *might* have indirectly confirmed they're going for one....could be interesting :)
 
Fuzzy said:
not read the whole thread so apologies if this has just been asked recently but any clues as to when tickets go on sale. in 2005 they went on sale April 1st. is that likely again this year do you reckon?

PieEye said:
basic advice is go and read the Glastonbury board - it's a bit different this year.

Absolutely, but see also :

Tort said:
I've updated the FAQ's / Photo Guide thingy that I do for the Official message boards. See what you think.

http://www.gorge.org/glastonbury/tort-faq.shtml

As I said before, sorta ;), Tort's yer man.

You can ask me and other Urbanites stuff too :)
 
bus said:
my tent expired last year, so i got one of those expando auto self assemblo ones...open the bag...put it on the ground....undo the strap and with a noise that sounds a bit like "bdoing" you have a tent. it's great :)

I think the thing I'm waiting for with most interest is the license application. There's been a lot of speculation as to an increase in capacity, and a conversation I had with someone *might* have indirectly confirmed they're going for one....could be interesting :)
Pretty certain Mr Eavis has said as much publicaly.
 
Snufkin! said:
They can stick it up their arse. They really are piss takers hell bent on squeezing every last penny from you whilst making it as awkward as possible at the same time. Im gonna start a festival in my back garden my dad can come round, he plays the fiddle. Entry is free.

Year 1 - Snufkinbury Festival opens to a few friends and family. Snufkin Senior plays a storming headline on the fiddle. Entry is free and Snufkin gives everyone a free pint of milk.

Year 2 - The Festival expands. Snufkin Seniors Ragtime Mates-From-the-Pub Allstars play a storming Headline. Supported by His Aunt Clara on bongos. Everyone moans that there is no free milk this year. Snufkin says he simply could not afford it.

Year 3 - The festival takes up part of the neighbours garden. There is a 3 pound fee to cover milk and hire of the neighbours bog. Snufkin Seniors Ragtime Mates-From-the-Pub Allstars refuse to go onstage unless everyone cough up a further 2 quid to sort out a rider and taxis. 8 people jump the fence.

Year 4 - The festival is almost abandoned at the last minute when Some sellout brings a caravan and parks it without permission on the next door but one neighbours drive. Entry fee goes up to a fiver so Snufkin can slip the moaning neighbours a ton not to call the cops. Someone nicks the milk. Snufkin Seniors Ragtime Mates-From-the-Pub Allstars refuse to go on stage as support to headliner Auntie Claras Bongo Collective. There is a 5 man riot. Police are called. Luckily they are called away to a cat stuck up at tree at no.89.

Year 5 - The mud year. After 3 days of un-interrupted rain, Snufkin declares the show must go on and has the festival in the house. Police are called about the noise and the five VW campervans paked on the street outside and all hell breaks loose. The house is wrecked and the 7 pound fee will not cover the damages. Snufkin begins to wonder why he offered to do this stupid fezzie on an internet forum.

Year 6 - Fallow year after neighbours hound Snufkin out of his home in a sustained hate campaign.

Year 7 - The festival returns in the garden of Snufkins new house. All the old heads claim it has sold out with its big garden and nice new fence with slippy creosote on the tops to stop jumpers. His dads band refuse to play and set up their own fezzie in the back of the pub with proper license and late bar. A new generation of partygoers turn up in 4x4s and happily pay over the odds for the milk. Snufkin strikes a sponsorship deal with the dairy so he can have more time in his tent. Health and Safety turn up and insist he licenses next year.

Year 8 - Snufkin Festival gets a license. Neighbours are all paid off by the dairy to stop them moaning. Festival goers start to moan too. "Its just not the same", said random goer Fred Pillock, 67, "Even his bog was nice" Kylie headlines.

Year 9 - Snufkin sells the rights to Urban 75 who 'aim to inject the original spirit back' There is such a ruck on the forums that everyone stays at home during the festival on their computers arguing about how the spirit has been lost. Snufkin dies of an overdose of surplus milk.
 
Dammit - the smilies have gone funny. I was trying to laugh A LOT at your post but it pulls nasty faces instead.
 
Snufkin! said:
That was quality, I don't want to die though. Being dead's rubbish.

Year 11 - after a second fallow year due to Snufkins purported death, his PR company announce it was all a scam to re-generate interest in the Urban 75/Happy Cows Dairys Festival. Tickets sell at 15 quid a pop with a free pint of milk and a lump of Snufkin Cheese (TM)

Snufkin Seniors Ragtime Mates-From-the-Pub Allstars re-form after years in a drug-addled wilderness but have to play in the car park on the street to a few hippies and Mrs Potts at no.43 peeping out from behind her curtains.

Riot Police break up the gathering with a baton charge and confiscate all the few hippies gear to sell inside the gates.

Snufkin appears onstage on the BBQ decking with Sir Bob Geldof to end world hunger by holding hands together like puffs. All his hair has fallen out - but his beard remains.
 
PieEye said:
Dub's sister has one that looks like wallpaper on the outside and has a stag's head on the door :D It's funny.


she does

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it's the look on pieface's mush that i love. it's like she doesn't really know what's going on or why all these weird people are around her :D
 
Zak Bionic said:
Year 1 - Snufkinbury Festival opens to a few friends and family. Snufkin Senior plays a storming headline on the fiddle. Entry is free and Snufkin gives everyone a free pint of milk.

Year 2 - The Festival expands. Snufkin Seniors Ragtime Mates-From-the-Pub Allstars play a storming Headline. Supported by His Aunt Clara on bongos. Everyone moans that there is no free milk this year. Snufkin says he simply could not afford it.

Year 3 - The festival takes up part of the neighbours garden. There is a 3 pound fee to cover milk and hire of the neighbours bog. Snufkin Seniors Ragtime Mates-From-the-Pub Allstars refuse to go onstage unless everyone cough up a further 2 quid to sort out a rider and taxis. 8 people jump the fence.

Year 4 - The festival is almost abandoned at the last minute when Some sellout brings a caravan and parks it without permission on the next door but one neighbours drive. Entry fee goes up to a fiver so Snufkin can slip the moaning neighbours a ton not to call the cops. Someone nicks the milk. Snufkin Seniors Ragtime Mates-From-the-Pub Allstars refuse to go on stage as support to headliner Auntie Claras Bongo Collective. There is a 5 man riot. Police are called. Luckily they are called away to a cat stuck up at tree at no.89.

Year 5 - The mud year. After 3 days of un-interrupted rain, Snufkin declares the show must go on and has the festival in the house. Police are called about the noise and the five VW campervans paked on the street outside and all hell breaks loose. The house is wrecked and the 7 pound fee will not cover the damages. Snufkin begins to wonder why he offered to do this stupid fezzie on an internet forum.

Year 6 - Fallow year after neighbours hound Snufkin out of his home in a sustained hate campaign.

Year 7 - The festival returns in the garden of Snufkins new house. All the old heads claim it has sold out with its big garden and nice new fence with slippy creosote on the tops to stop jumpers. His dads band refuse to play and set up their own fezzie in the back of the pub with proper license and late bar. A new generation of partygoers turn up in 4x4s and happily pay over the odds for the milk. Snufkin strikes a sponsorship deal with the dairy so he can have more time in his tent. Health and Safety turn up and insist he licenses next year.

Year 8 - Snufkin Festival gets a license. Neighbours are all paid off by the dairy to stop them moaning. Festival goers start to moan too. "Its just not the same", said random goer Fred Pillock, 67, "Even his bog was nice" Kylie headlines.

Year 9 - Snufkin sells the rights to Urban 75 who 'aim to inject the original spirit back' There is such a ruck on the forums that everyone stays at home during the festival on their computers arguing about how the spirit has been lost. Snufkin dies of an overdose of surplus milk.

Brilliantest post EVER!!!! :D :D :p

In the whole entire complete history of Glastonbury, the Universe, and Urban75 :cool: x 290,000
 
William of Walworth said:
Brilliantest post EVER!!!! :D :D :p

In the whole entire complete history of Glastonbury, the Universe, and Urban75 :cool: x 290,000

Tort!

Tell this lad what my crap job is.

*hides*

*in a den*
 
bluestreak said:
it's the look on pieface's mush that i love. it's like she doesn't really know what's going on or why all these weird people are around her :D

standard expression for that one
 
apparently tickets are confirmed as £145+£5 booking fee, with capacity increasing to 137,500

Pretty certain Mr Eavis has said as much publicaly

aye, but then he's said lots of things publically, ranging from the fact that band X are playing, through to The Tiny Tea Tent being run by pixies...;)
 
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