Glasto 2010: Thursday (day 0)
First shift, 6AM to 2PM
Glasto never sleeps, but 5:30 on Thursday is probably as close as it gets
Two hours into the shift, and the number of people who have passed through the gate is finally approaching the number of stewards staffing it
New best view of the site found, atop the slope outside the gate we work on
The supervisor relieving our shift arrived announcing that he had forgotten to take his Prozac this morning
One down.
“Fucking punters! I fucking hate fucking punters.” “Maybe you shouldn’t fuck them then?”
James will not allow anybody to get reamed
A low, hot sun. A dry, broken road. A swirl of dust on the wind, and a whiff of incense drifting from tents circled around a cooking fire. Is this still Somerset?
I am constantly amazed by the beauty of this place. Sunset over the crowds on the hill.
Saw Boy George at the Wow tent. Your colours are like my dreams.
