I've got a ticket for Glastonbury! Although my ear is still ringing from hearing the engaged tone solidly from 9 to 11.30 this morning, it was thanks to others efforts that I am now (and I cringe to confess this) going to a festival for the first time in my life.
(well, unless Port Eliot litfest counts, which I'm not sure it does - fantastic and wonderful as it was, it involved better showers than I have in my flat, and at least half the people there had kids of the cute middle-class kind.)
I've just never quite got round to it before, not really sure why. I do remember having a row with my mum when I was 15 and miserable about not being allowed to go to Reading 'in case I got crushed' (??). And I guess I spent quite a lot of my twenties (a) with people who thought camping/music stuff was notso hotso and (b) making paltry excuses based on having too much work. Whatever! This year is different. Give me mud and booze and music, I'm ready (just don't ask me to share my tent)...
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