Our festival

Jun 28, 2005 at 14:47 o\clock

Build up...

After all the hype, the two days before we set off to the festival were strangely devoid of anticipation...it must have been the worse two days I've ever suffered at work. Watching as the clock on my PC moved backwards, but, at around 4pm on Thursday, it started to hit me again, the nervousness in the pit of my stomach, the way my heart raced when I thought about it, and the big smile that spread over my face when anyone asked about it.
I was going to Glastonbury again  , a whole six years after I'd previously been. In that time many things have changed. In 1999, there were no ten foot high perimeter gates, and no ID checked on the way in. Consequently the festival regularly had reports of tens of thousands of people getting in for free, and (although I never witnessed any) entire tents being stolen, and other serious robbery and mugging crimes going on.
The story is now much different, the huge fence is...well, huge, and much of the security/checking procedures are now dealt with by the Mean Fiddler organisation. Whether this would be at the cost of the sheer randomness of what happens at the festival, and whether the people there would be as eccentric/insane/friendly/up-for-it etc. as when I'd been in 1999, only time would tell.

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