Well, as per it came and went and i've gone from never wanting to go again (this comes from being UTTERLY ruined) to wanting to be there right now...
Its like a utopia, its a city in its own right, you walk up that hill and look over at the sprawling metropolis of a site and im always amazed and in awe, for a few moments I stand and look just to take it in...I wish I could bottle it and share it all around.
Its not without its celebrity kuntah swanning around, or drunken/drugged idots but it is unique and that is what without doubt keeps punters going back all the time.
Had some major belly laughs, I mean where could you lay in a bed, stinking, rotten, sweaty in your clothes and talk about having to let go of a chance with *someone* coz of previous said state? Where else would someone wander past your wagon at 1am singing The River, which prompts you to sing the following line back and then both get told off as there are children sleeping, as it dawns on us we are in the "quiet" field - sorry. FOAD it was funny.
Had some visitors to Camp Quinah, where we sang, Keane and Pulp and watched people dance like Jarvis Cocker and break our toliet in the motorhome...
Off for a wander on thursday, to get a henna tattoo amongst other things, saying FOAD. Perfect. Having to explain wasnt as pleasurable!
I have to say The Boss bored us shitless, which was a shame as he was someone I really wanted to see, but he churned out a far too obscure set list which I think let a lot of people down. I really had to force myself to Dance In The Dark after 2.5hrs of waiting for it.
Cracking sets from Tings, White Lies, Friendly Fires. Lady GAGA can suck my arse she was total shit, and I didnt wanna see her fanny lips particulary. Glastonbury for me was about ONE band this year and that was BLUR, we braved the barrier for this, at times I wanted to die but it was nothing short of epic, having seen these guys many times in there prime and infact before, I had essentially got over the loss of them. As they sung tune after tune it became all too apparent what a gaping hole they had left when they disbanded all those years ago.
Tender was 8 mintues of sheer bliss, with a crowd the size of an ocean singing and swaying singing back to Damon his sweeter than sweet lyrics of this touching song. Its a memory that I wont be forgetting thats for sure.
I hope to share these same joys again with my friends, and maybe a few more people for good measure.
Until then thanks Glastonbury, my 2009 holiday!
