Hmm i've not really had a chance to read the whole thread yet, just wanted to say that Glasto was muddy, wet, hard walking...and one of the best bloody weeks of my life
Hey to any urbanites i met, esp bees and aqua, you seemed ace, shame we didn't caych up more!
Its all too much of a blur still, but lets see what i can write here...
The awe inspiring views on the wednesday from the dragon field were all the sweeter after a 5 hour drive and very little sleep
Putting the tent up was easier than i thought dispite Lord Cam's moods
Chilling out on a rug by the tent listening to the radio in the sun was an unusual highlight.
Absolute highlight was sitting in the jazz field wed afternoon in the sun. Ace.
The french food stall with the sausage and potato goodness was AMAZING.
3 daft monkeys rocked my world!
As did Pete Roe - a wonderfully earnest performer who was somewhat of a find.
People at glasto are the friendliest in the world, so many men helped me through the mud, so many random conversations, so many happy smiling faces and goodness.
My car got pushed by a tractor - it was cool.
Bargain purchases were a pleanty.
I never knew you could fall asleep standing up.
Bjork was so more impressive than i imagined she could be - WOW
Umm...god it sounds so unimpressive trying to write it all down, so i'm going to stop. All i can say is bring on 2008 as i'm there with bells on