Mini-Muddy-Hippie-City

So, I got a little bit blasé this year re: Glastonbury Festival. We played it last year and the year before, so, you know. Glastonbury-Smastonbury.

But then I remembered that it's HUGE and AMAZING and MUDDY and FUN! With a population of 177,000 people (!) over 3.6 square-kilometers, it's way bigger than bath. Heck, it's even bigger than Red Deer.

So, I got excited again and pulled some secret strings to get Erin a ticket (what do you mean she's not Irish?), and muggy-muddy adventures were had by all. A personal favorite was getting stuck on a 3am pedestrian one-way system squished between thousands forcing us to flow from Trash City to Sangri-La. Apt.

Also, I guess it's important to remember that actually being asked to play the festival is a pretty big honour. Even if the free food is kind of, um, runny. And everything's hopelessly out-of-tune and cables are filthy and how-do-you-use-pedals-in-wellies? Still. There's nothing like the power to make crowds of people in rubber boots dance around in ankle-deep mud. And the relative luxury of backstage portapotties.