Glasto 2010: Saturday (day 2)
Yesterday the festival used 24h worth of water in nine hours. Our showers are off, and look like staying that way.
Over-heard in the market:
Fuck me! There’s ice in this glass!
The fence is high, but people still come over. The gates are over-staffed and the ticket rules are complex, but people still run and blag their way through. Corruption is a fact of life at Glasto. Stewards sell re-entry passes, stall managers sell worker’s wristbands, and security guards sell drugs confiscated from punters.
On a timeless sunny afternoon
Tomorrow is supposed to be the hottest day of the year
Saw Devendra Banhart at the One World stage. I am a child.
Saw Stornoway at the Park. Meh.
More special guests next. Strong rumours Biffy Clyro, weak rumours The Strokes
Saw Biffy Clyro at the Park. Scotland is f’ing metal.
Heard Scissor Sisters at the Pyramid. Won’t you just tell Cincinnati.
Had to abandon pyramid owing to embarrassing lack of asthma meds. Went to site hospital, met lovely volunteers and got some oxygen and a free mask
Saw Muse (and The Edge!) on Pyramid, from farther away than I would have liked. No-one’s going to take me alive.
Watched sunrise from by the fire next to the Gazebo as people drifted in with stories of their nights.
