Hello, Glastonbury! We're back from the greatest festival on the planet although it still feels like we've left our heads somewhere in a field in Somerset.
On Sunday 18th June we travelled down to the West Country, spending the night in a Premier Inn in Glastonbury. Too excited to sleep we rocked up at Worthy Farm on Monday at just after 8am and were sited and all set up by 5pm. We spent the evening on one of the crew campsites with friends, wrapped in blankets and drinking wine under a starry sky.
Later we joined Stuart and Steve (another of our long-time friends who volunteers for traffic management) and headed up to one of the many crew-only bars dotted around the site. We settled on the Peg & Pitch at Arcadia, home of the infamous fire-breathing spider. He looks rather benign before the festival opens, doesn't he?
Glastonbury's gates open to the 200,000 ticket holders at 8am on Wednesday and the noise from the press helicopters hovering overhead had us up early. Back in the days of being regular punters we'd spend Wednesday lazing around on the campsite, drinking cider and sleeping, knackered from the 4am start, pitching the tent and the hour each way return trips to the van for our gear but there's some hardcore folk out there and by lunchtime we were already doing brisk business, so much so that we only took one photo all day!
Just before midnight Stuart's partner Kim and their daughter Lily arrived, the Kinky Crew were reunited after a year apart.
Bristol-based Bhangra band, RSVP were also phenomenal and had hundreds of people dancing in the 30°C heat (including us).
Jon can't resist playing around with the stock. Check out this snazzy two-way top, I found it when Liz & I went shopping a couple of weeks ago. It was worn at the Commonwealth Games 2022 Opening Ceremony by a member of the dance group Critical Mass and was soon snapped up.
That's Nichola who I bonded with at Glasto 2019. Kim's the babe in the Elton John sunnies (this year's Glasto big thing). Both their dresses were snaffled from the Kinky rails (Graz, if you're reading this, you'll recognise both Kim's and mine!)
It was a cracking day and by closing time we'd covered our costs and were in profit - yippee!
When we closed at 10pm we didn't fancy joining our crew to see The Arctic Monkeys who were headlining the Pyramid Stage. Although their Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not is in my top ten albums of all time, their live shows always feel a bit flat so we gave them a miss and headed to West Holts to see the goddess that is Kelis, visiting Carhenge, along the way.