The Glastonbury Festival '97

Europe's premier mud festival. Favourite colour? Brown.

It's a few weeks since we went, and I've still not dared to take my boots out of that carrier bag stuffed in the bottom of my wardrobe...I can hear noises in there as I lie in bed at night...
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Here's the markets area, and that's eight inch deep slurry that Charlotte & Junko are standing in...
Wonder if Beck noticed the "I'm a boozer baby, so why don't you fill me" paper cups the Workers Beer Company were using?

Had a pretty good time at the festival: got down there (eventually!) on the Wednesday, to give us a few days to chill before the onslaught.
Matt hadn't got a a ticket, so we stuffed him under the camper's bed for an hour getting onto the site <"I'm suffocating under here!" "Stop whinging"> so he wasn't too happy when we found that no-one checked going into the camper field anyway...Paying £10 for a leg up seems a lot, but it saved him about £70...

Rain at Glastonbury seemed such a weird concept that we couldn't imagine it. That soon changed when it pissed it down for a day or two, turning the clay ground into a gloopy mudbath.

Matt T. doing the standard "scrape-the-mud-off-your-boots-with-a-spoon" trick of a morning.
Note the attractive lack of trousers <cough>.

A typical early start to the day, at about 1-2 pm.
Note the hedge to the right which started sprouting used bog roll after a day or two.
You can't quite see the Chip Van Winkle takeaway behind the tent, which boasted the unusual addition of "Shit & Chips: £2.50" to the menu. Who added that, I wonder?

M.O.T? Hmm.
The Mothership(full of mud and shit) with Matt W (grumpy get), Barney (stylish shades) and Matt T (schmoove).
The van held up pretty well, and we even got it off site without too much hassle.

Me looking fucking awful after a week of the usual abuses. That's the dance tent in the background, where we totally failed to see Primal Scream.

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