Glasto 2011: Thursday (day 0)
Time on shift passes faster when you pay it no attention
Watching ill-prepared and unhappy punters slog through the mud. Schadenfreude abounds.
Find iiiiiiiit…
Managed to avoid looking at my watch from sun-down to sun-up
Maintaining a night shift fire is more about keeping busy than keeping warm
Dawn is heralded by light drizzle, but I feel a nice day coming on.
The rain intensifies to a solid pour for a few minutes. I cannot continue to live and die with each passing shower.
Seagulls pick through the refuse in the churned thoroughfares and bicker over what they find.
It is simultaneously too hot and too rainy to sleep
The rain is making people (me) angry
As cold as the cold wind blows
Suddenly, a beautiful day!
Flip-flops by Saturday?
Went deep, deep in to punter camping. I had forgotten what it is like
Michael Eavis is in the Rabbit Hole singing ‘My Way’ kareoke!
It’s all Shangri Lies!
Sat under a propaganda megaphone for three hours. Feel thoroughly indoctrinated.
Went to Kamikaze Kareoke. Too ra loo ra too ra loo ra laaaaaaaaaaay…
