Knee deep at Glastonbury
Photographer Flossy wrapped her camera in plastic, and headed down to Somerset.
Right, first up, lets get the discussions about the weather out of the way nice and early. It was, erm, changeable. One minute you were drowning in front of the pyramid stage...
...pretty much positive that things couldn't get any worse...
And the next, the sun was shining and you were peeling off layers of wet plastic...
...wondering where you put the factor 30.
Still, overall it was a total mudbath. If you watched it on telly, they must have put some kind of filter the cameras to make it less terrifying. I think the BBC were taking backhanders, because they made it look a lot less muddy than it actually was.
All the same, everyone seemed to be having a very jolly time.
There was ballroom dancing up at Lost Vagueness...
Singing round late-night campfires...
Men in dresses...
Mud Dodgems (what do you mean you've never heard of the classic circus ride 'mud dogems'? What kind of sheltered childhood did you lead?)
And loads of the traditional festival costumes.
This year, people seemed to be taking things one step further than the usual festival hats. This chap came dressed as some festival cider.
Some people even made the mud fun. Perverts.
It's nice to know that even if you are a lean, mean, crime fighting Ninja amphibian you still need adequate footwear to prevent your little green toes from getting muddy.
These two were having an argument. He was saying that ice cream is a force for real good in the world, that it has strong energy, that she should stop being negative, and that it's all about the power of positive thought - if you act like it's sunny, then the sun will pick up on the vibes and be fooled into coming out. She was scowling and muttering something about a middle age crisis and people past a certain age not taking mushrooms.
Ooh, schoolboy Glastonbury error. If you’re going to leave your boyfriend in the tent and go for a sneaky fumble with one of Maximo Park behind the VIP toilets, make sure you cover your tracks. Busted.
You're allowed to bring your own food and drink, but only within reason. I'm not sure how this guy got passed security, but I want to be in his gang for the weekend.
If the forecast for the weekend is bad, it's all about hiring a Winnebago, or buying the very best tent you can afford, like a tepee. Don't worry if this means that you've blown your entire budget before you even get there - you can always forage for food on the site.
Classic Glastonbury
At the end of the day, as the sun sets over the Jazz World flags, the mud and tired feet all pale into insignificance at the sheer scale and wonder at one of the best music festivals in the world. Aaaahhhh.
Published: Wed, 12/09/2007
