I'm still going, as you will be unsurprised to hear.
It'll be my 13th next year, and Deb's 14th.
We're both somewhat (in her case) and significantly (in my case) older than many of you, but we'd rather pull all our own teeth out with rusty pliers than not go.
We're full on festival lovers and always have been, hence (among other factors) the togetherness now. We met at a festival, we're a festival couple and although we'll be doing many other smaller ones too, we HAVE to do this. It would be unnatural for us not to.
I'm sorry to hear that fellow old school stalwarts the mooses, and Tort, and -- I think -- aqua and bees aren't coming next time. I respect and understand their reasons, but there's definitely one thing (not really applicable to them!) above many other things that would drive me absolutely NUTS if I didn't go next time and stayed at home watching it on television instead.
That is : the far better than evens chance that in late June 2008, I'd be sitting there by the TV at home in my shorts and tshirt, balcony door open, scorching sunshine or warm balmy evening outside, footage of scorching sunshine on site, everyone sitting around in the summery non muddy conditions ....
After enduring this year's mudbath (which I
still enjoyed a lot, but it was bloody hard work at times) I feel stubbornly determined to keep my overall Glasto-career balance of dry ones greater than my number of muddy ones. The muddy ones have been catching up after 2004, 2005 and 2007, so now I'm due a dry/sunny one to rebalance the account ...
And whatever anyone says, mud or absence of it does make a huge difference. The being able to sit down anywhere factor. I'm prepared to take that gamble to avoid the risk (which in 2008 I think would be considerable) of missing the overdue dry one.
I have a million other big reasons why I'm going back, no doubt most of them will get an airing here in this thread between now and next June, but for now, one will suffice : I'm a fucking festival goer FFS, it's what I do, and I've been going every time possible since 1994 (with my first one all on its own back in 1984 ; 1994 was my second, for insane reasons ... ).
Glastonbury is the biggest and STILL (for all its drawbacks) the best. My Glastonbury week is real life, my ultimate highlight, my best and biggest holiday. The rest of the year, other festivals aside, is what I sometimes impatiently and often frustratedly get through to get up there into festival reality.
It's be a crime not to go in 2008 and Deb thinks the same. She missed it this year for non-Glasto-related reasons, but she hasn't for a minute thought about not going back, and was similarly determined even befoire we got together. Even more so now
I'll encourage/organise the Urban Camp and Urban Meetups in bees and aqua's absence ...
Get it together people .... see you there