I’ve got my Glasto ticket! Well, I got the coach ticket to get there. And I don’t get my actual ticket until I’m on the coach travelling down to the site. It’s got to the point now where I don’t care about the fact I’m leaving at 5 in the afternoon from London*, I’m just excited I’m going. And the last few Glastos I couldn’t leave for the site until Thursday evening so an extra 24hrs is nice!
Oh, goddess, it’s going to be amazing. Greenmantle, I think you’re right. It’s going to piss it down. But I don’t care, I’ve got my walking boots and gators. And waterproof trousers (which are perfect of you happen to slip and fall over in the mud on the way to the dance tent. Ahem).
Even the lineup is quite good. If you like xfm shenanigans that is, which I’ve grown out of. But Bill Bailey! The Aliens! Pendulum! DJ Yoda! Guilty Pleasures! And I’ll miss them all because I’ll be watching the sun rise on the Solstice in the stone cicle!
I’m going for a sit down and have a gaze at this. I can’t take the excitement much more.
*there seems to be an awful lot of us leaving at that time. I hope it’s organised well enough so we find out what coach we’re on and leave on time. But then I suppose that’s why we’ve been asked to arrive 30 mins before the departure time. I bet you some eegit turns up at 5 and holds us all up. Grrr.
Oh, I write something gardening related soon. But first I have to go to the dentist for the first time in eight years. Eeep!
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