At this moment in time I’m taking a quick break from my normal office duties to type this out.
There is however something missing as at this time in the year I’m normally sat in a field on Worthy Farm near Pilton Village (near Glastonbury)
I am a seasoned Glastonbury goer and this is the first year, with the exception of the fallow years, that I’ve not gone since 1996, 1997 being my first ever year.
I missed the tickets in the ticket rush and found that no-one seemed keen to commit to getting them in the reissue, this coincided with the morning after Greg’s wedding too (me, Kirk and Robbo were far too worse for wear that morning anyway), so we didn’t get our tickets sorted so we’re not going. This is a sad day for me, I love Glastonbury, there are moments when I’m there and I try to talk myself out of ever going again but believe me when you read this in the future that the times not there are far worse than the bad times there.
I’m going to go now as much as I can, I’m going to invest in a caravan or big tent or something to alleviate those blues I have when I’m there and next year I’m going to make triple sure that I have a good enough internet connection to get me some tickets.
Anna texted me this morning to tell me that even the nursery where Izzi attends they’re having a Glastonbury themed week. There’s probably lots of unkempt toilets and the like (so what’s different for a nursery 🙂 ) and a pyramid etc. and if I could I’d be there too.
I’m basking in the knowledge that the rather mainstream lineup is not to my taste and is so un-Glasto of years back, but I do know that there are other tents with bands I’d love to see (Dinosaur Jnr, the Horrors etc) and that it’s not the bands that one goes for it’s the mates and the fun.
And the square pies of course.
There’s a field somewhere on Worthy Farm that’s lacking an Otter Flag tonight – it is not a meerkat.