A moment you realise you have over done it

[Lynsey Cox]

Reading last year....absolutely spangled duting Skrillex...

[ivan]

Not Glastonbury , but I was once watching Faithless at Nottingham Arena and as a result of the brownies kicking in I thought i was watching a heavy metal band

but for the life could not remember. So i was doing a mental check in my head

Motorhead - No

Iron Maiden - No

Black Sabbath - No

[Dr Glasto]

Glastonbury 2000, after a cocktail of various substances:

Me - spent far longer than is healthy laughing at the grass (the actual grass on the ground). That stuff was just bleedin hilarious that night.

My mate - kept lifting her knees really high as she was walking and tutting to herself. When I asked her what was wrong she said 'who the hell's put all these little fences on the path? Oh look, a cherub.'

My other mate - spent the entire weekend in his tent thinking that ants were eating his legs.

Just say no kids.

[Sofa]

Glastonbury 2000, after a cocktail of various substances:

Me - spent far longer than is healthy laughing at the grass (the actual grass on the ground). That stuff was just bleedin hilarious that night.

My mate - kept lifting her knees really high as she was walking and tutting to herself. When I asked her what was wrong she said 'who the hell's put all these little fences on the path? Oh look, a cherub.'

My other mate - spent the entire weekend in his tent thinking that ants were eating his legs.

Just say no kids.

[Aragorn]

On the Sunday evening of 2007 my brain kind of imploded. I realised I needed to eat for the first time that festival and then get back to my tent, lest I be seen sobbing in public. I managed to get food and bring it back to the tent where I ate it like it was my last meal on earth. It was kind of OK while I was eating. By OK I mean I was riddled with anxiety but had the food to concentrate my thoughts on. Once the food had gone the demons returned. I peered over the edge that night. I reckon one more step and I'd not be the sane, well adjusted person I am now.

[ivan]

Glastonbury 2000, after a cocktail of various substances:

Me - spent far longer than is healthy laughing at the grass (the actual grass on the ground). That stuff was just bleedin hilarious that night.

My mate - kept lifting her knees really high as she was walking and tutting to herself. When I asked her what was wrong she said 'who the hell's put all these little fences on the path? Oh look, a cherub.'

My other mate - spent the entire weekend in his tent thinking that ants were eating his legs.

Just say no kids.

[Dr Glasto]

2010 - I'm always in a large group which includes some of my friends parents etc. We're all getting smashed again next to the brothers bar (we do go to others I promise) one of my friends in his absolute state decides he's going to stand up and urinate in to a cup as he simply can't make it to the toilets. As he gets his todger out and starts his mother notices and as she is also extremely drunk tries covering it up using one of those pint carriers. It doesn't end well, she falls in to him as she's standing up and they both fall over. His hose pipe carries on sprinkling but not in to the cup yet on to his own mother. Absolutely hilarious turn of events for everyone who witnessed them.

Edited June 6, 2014 by Dr Glasto

[fred quimby]

Back in the early eighties I was happily watching the stars form pictures for me in the night sky by the Pyramid when one of my mates gets up crying and started back to his tent. I got up to follow him to find out what was wrong. No response from him even when I shock him. So I followed him to make sure he was ok as we are walking along he cleverly walks across a small bridge across the stream and I just vanish, falling into the stream. It takes me sometime to work out which way is up and how to get up the bank, by now my vision was just colour and I could see in front of me well. I get out in the end and want to get in my tent to recover, takes sometime to find it (amazed I did). My mate is collapsed outside the tents and I make sure he is alive. I try my tent and find there is a bong party going on in the porch, which no way I could handle.

So decide to go back to the Pyramid, however not wanting to go back the same way as I know I wouldn't find the bridge. I head to the main path and go along there where I get hit by a landrover (not too hard) the people jump out but they, to me, have giant hands and scare the life out of me so I run off the road and into the tents (big mistake). I can see the Pyramid but have no idea how to get to it. only thing is to try and get through the tents. At this point someone starts following me just behind me shouting all the time "I'm following you" "where are we going". takes a long long time (well in my head) but I find my mates at the stage who get rid of the bloke freaking me out.

I end the night at someones bus and they gave me some trousers as mine where a right state and freezing.

However I'm not sure at what point I thought I've over done it.

[Yesiamaduck]

2011 Sunday I walked all the way to catch Jamie Woon, The Wombles and some comedy with Robin Ince and Abandonman.

BOOM I was suddenly unwilling to do anything else I was stuck in that general area of the festival for the rest of the day and it was a real struggle to make it back to where I had camped (behind the John Peel Stage) due to my legs and feet being destroyed by crappy dunlop wellies. It's the reason why I've chosen to go for walking boots/gaiters this year.

[Craig_G]

Many moons ago I decided to try a couple of tabs I'd bought off a hippy up by the Stone Circle. The first had no effect while I sat around a campfire chatting for about 3 hours. I decided they were duds but took the second anyway and decided to take a walk down into the site.

By the time I'd make the 20 minute stroll down to the Radio 1 stage, I'd started feeling the effects coming on very strong. I bumped into a few people I knew completely randomly but decided I couldn't hold a conversation and disappeared of into the night. It was probably around that point that I asked myself if I'd over done it.

As I was walking over a sea of silver (beers cans littering the field, illuminated by the Pyramid Stage lights), the sky turned into 1 huge rainbow. As I left the field I headed up to the campsites under the pylons. It was at this point I noticed that as well as hearing the crackling of electricity, I could actually see blue lightening shooting up and down through the cables.

After plotting and having a chat with some randoms up on the hillside, I looked back at the mist covered valley as dawn began to come around with helicopters flying overhead. This triggered me off into thinking I was in Vietnam with my platoon for an hour, camped up looking out for Charlie.

But as the sun rose and I headed back to my own tent, I came to realise that I was in fact in tune with God, the Universe and everything. The feeling was so profound I can feel it to this day - it was truly a spiritual experience.

Not sure if that counts as over doing it but was the craziest, most beautiful night.

Having said that, I'm older now and wouldn't want to sound like I was encouraging this sort of behaviour. Those days are long behind me...

[Mr November]

Bestival 2012. I chickened out trying to get my drugs passed the police dogs so substituted by hitting the bottle, hard. I spent the Saturday dressed as I am in my avatar and the heat was immense. that night I drank half a bottle of Scotsmac, a number of Jeager bombs, nearly 2ltrs of vodka red bull and did a little bad MDMA my mate had bought from some guy. The next morning I felt ok, but needed the loo pretty bad. Went and stood in the queue, in the direct sun and after some time, suddenly found myself sat on the floor being told a nice story by three strangers. Apparently I'd passed out in the queue.

Spent the rest of the day lying outside my tent on my own, just dragging myself to see Sigur Ros and Stevie Wonder. Great night though, apparently I was a blast to be with. Totally worth it.

[fred quimby]

The first had no effect while I sat around a campfire

[Craig_G]

haha. For some strange reason my mind automatically added a pink babys bonnet to his attire. What the hell?!

Amusing mental picture, but I think I need a rest...

[swordfish]

Benicassim last year. I had been travelling Europe for a month and was ending the trip at Benicassim. In panic of being tentless and being skint me and my gf picked up the cheapest pop up tent we could find, turns out it was a beach tent 4.5ft long (i'm 6ft 3), I managed the discomfort for a week, until the Sunday night, I was hungover on a comedown and had just stood for two hours watching Brandon Flowers prance around like a tit during what was probably the worst gig I have ever seen. I returned to my tent and the size of the tent really put into perspective how shit everything was. The heat was ridiculous and to top things off some tit had shoved loads of empty bottles and cans under the tent. I turned into a beast and starting savagely biting holes in the side of the tent screaming its 'too hot'. Think it is fair to say I had lost the plot.

[The 38 year old virgin]

Thursday 2007 I discovered the Brothers bar, but had no idea there was such a thing as 'festival strength' cider. You can guess what happened next. I, however, had no idea what happened next until the following morning when presented with photographic evidence of my exploits. Apparently I'd been singing at the top of my lungs to the songs being played by the bar/a nearby stall which prompted a group of burly men to carry me aloft around the Jazz/World field. This then caught on and started a 'carrying people conga'. Then I puked my guts up. Nice.

[5co77ie]

I've said this before I think it was '92, we were camped next to this giggling couple who offered us some of their 'tea' then we dropped a few acid tabs (White Lightning) I'd brought with me, a while later I decided they hadn't worked so bought some more (California Sunshines) deciding they were duds too, I went back to the bloke sat outside his tent who laughed and gave me 4 microdots for free. We took those just as I think probably the White Lightning started kicking and I realised I was properly stuffed. I remember a few days later, and a diet of mushroom tea (for that's what the giggling couple were offering) I was up in the Travellers Field and some guy offered me some acid, I turned him down, he proceeded to offer me more and more for free - calling his mates over to see the "hippy who wanted no more drugs" I was still tripping my face off at Castle Carey on the Monday.

[captain reido]

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[Rowlanel]

Plenty of times.....last year bumping into some campers in the car park on Wednesday, drinking some champagne and not being able to recall anything until Saturday. Not even getting through the gates, putting tent up or even working! Might have been more than just Moet et Chandon though!

Maybe 2005 - got pissed as assholes up at Stone Circle. Decided it would be a great idea to have whatever dropped on the tongue by some hippie. Woke up at 8am half in the tent, pissing down with rain. Checked my phone which had a message saying 'hello hope you found your tent and hope your ok.' Phoned number and got told I was jumping over boxes/gates all night and didn't know where the hell I'd pitched the tent. Black and blue all over!

Also last year in Acoustic tent, proceeded outside, face planted and had to be carried 'home' by a couple of Jordies. When we reached the tent, other half was sat outside and they said 'does this belong to you?'

Loads more, but you get the picture. .....

[Mollyanne&Mike]

Absolutely loving this thread, I've laughed to the point of tears and snorted my coffee! Amazing that physically everyone seems ok, no broken bones reported despite falling in streams, leaping fences etc etc

[Stu H]

Watching the Stones last year, I had run out of lager from my backpack. We were quite a way into the crowd and no way of getting to the bar and back.

But my Dad had a hip-flask of whiskey. I don't touch the stuff. In for a penny in for a pound.

Now I like to think I can hold a reasonable amount of alcohol, but this stuff sent me absolutely bonkers. I remember the entire performance, and my head was clear, but my legs wouldn't work. I couldn't physically stand up straight. I kept apologising to the two people in front of me who I kept bumping into (sorry if that was you!).

I had to sit down about half of the way through the set.

I just kept saying to my old man "I'm not drunk but my legs aren't working".

I haven't touched whiskey since.

[Fladog]

Not at Glastonbury but a free festi up in Wales years ago I did this acid and it was so pokey I kept seeing an eight foot tall Mexican man in full western film gear ,big hat ,rifle ,poncho etc eating a seagull and everywhere I went he was there ,in the end I had to leg it back to my truck and I drew my curtains on my windows to try and shut him out ,I then spent the rest of the night hiding under my bed and occasionally peeping out a crack in the curtains and he was still there ! Fucking freaky ,I felt sick .

[verrymerry]

Last year on the Friday we'd been drinking all afternoon, convinced someone in JP that he should share his wine, went on to drink more and then ended up at the Brothers Bar for Chic. Had a couple of pints now (I didn't remember the festival strength stuff!)

We thought we'd head to the SE corner being so near but by the time we'd got our shit together the queue was massive so we went into the Poetry and Words tent which was called Mavericks? Big fucking mistake

The compare who was dressed head to toe in gold glitter gave me something to drink, fuck knows what it was thinking about it now, while someone else on the stage was practically forcing pills down me, then someone from "security" (she actually was, but what she was doing then I don't know!) gave me Jamesons & coke, which she later said "oh yeah sorry, MDMA in that too..."

WORST hangover of my life. I only managed to stand up for Noah and the Whale which was late in the afternoon, nearly vomited all over the Park but I'm proud to say I still managed to trek from the Park > Other > JP > Other > Tent etc all day to see everyone I wanted too! Never again though...

Oh and funnier, Thursday night last year when it was pissing it down we were at the waterfall in the Common (?) and I turned to see a girl face planted in the mud, thought to myself 'oh dear, she's in a right state... OH shit that's Cheryl' our mate....

[bush]

Waking up with the tent swimming in piss.

[chestwig]

Waking up with the tent swimming in piss.

[punkrawkjoe]

Can't quite pinpoint the 'moment', but last year after spending all of Friday drinking cider and a variety of spirits that we had brought, my girlfriend and I spent the night wandering around Shangri La. At some point we lost each other in the tunnels somewhere and I remember barely anything until I found her in front of Heaven sometime after the sun had come up. We decided it was a good idea to head up the stone circle, then finally realized around 10 am that if we went back to our tent, we'd never make it to catch Beans on Toast at the Rabbit Hole early that afternoon, so we grabbed some coffee and food and went straight there to wait. We fell asleep in a corner of the tent and slept straight through his set. When we woke up, I stopped at the longdrops by the railway line in Pennard Hill on the way back to the tent. My girlfriend sat in the grass to wait for me, and I got back and joined her. We promptly passed out right there on the grass outside the longdrops for a good couple hours, waking up with nasty sunburns. We finally made it back to the tent and slept until the Rolling Stones went on.