Bad Glasto?

[mandb]

No such thing as a bad Glasto as far as I am concerned

However.... taking tent down in 2007 on the Monday morning was as bad as it can get. It had rained all night and was still pouring when we took our 8 man tent down. Everything was soaking and covered in mud. We then had to lug our water soaked everything across miles of mud to get to our car. We then had to try and get into the car without messing up the cream interior too much which meant all footwear in the boot. Then we got the car stuck in the mud.

I never want to go through that again. Please, Mr eavis, more trackway if its muddy

Didnt put me off though

[lofichic]

That titwad with his random "monsoon" prediction which is being derided by weather experts and doesn't seem to have come from his looking at any charts, but rather his own need for a bit of publicity for his dubious research, has really annoyed me. Now I'm worried its going to be like 2007. Then some other idiot suggested Glasto might be cancelled due to the pretty much certain announcement of a flu pandemic today - that annoyed me too. So no, I don't have any bad Glastos - just bad run ups

[TokiDoki]

I was downtrodden and pissed off by the end of 2007. I barely even laughed at Bill Bailey on sunday night, even though he's my faourite comedian, and then had a 10-ish hour drive up to lancaster after his set finished (it poured with rain all the way, couldnt go much more than 40mph on the motorway!). I kept my spirits up beforehand but the rain really ruined it for me.

Thankfully I have memories of a blissful 2003 to keep me coming back

[markeee]

Not really. I ended up in quite a lot of pain (agony, tbh) 2007 becuase of a combination of mud and a dodgy knee, so that was pretty horrible and by the Sunday night I was happy to be going home soon. I still have the poorly knee but it's not put me off!

Edited June 10, 2009 by markeee

[Aragorn]

By the way, I don't mean for personal reasons like bereavements or illness or owt, just have you ever been and not enjoyed it under normal circumstances

[Neville Street]

Never had a bad one yet.

2007 was hard work, and was "re-entry" after 17 years (not for want of trying and a few years abroad), also was the first one I took my wife to. I thought the rain would mean she would never want to go again, but couldn't be further from the truth, she was up and ready for t-day last year before me

[scmusic]

i'd had enough after the rains of 2007

[Billy09]

There is no such thing as a bad Glastonbury. Anything you might perceive as bad at the time should be put down to experience.

Anybody mentioning 2007 as bad should thank their stars they weren't at '97 and '98. Mud, you don't know mud.

My ex turned up in '95 and did her best to ruin it, NO CHANCE!

This thread question is a contradiction in terms.

[markeee]

your ex turned up?! ahh 95..the ol days with no tickets?

2007 was a pain, but it was good, just could've done without so much rain & mud

[mrfunk]

There is no such thing as a bad Glastonbury. Anything you might perceive as bad at the time should be put down to experience.

Anybody mentioning 2007 as bad should thank their stars they weren't at '97 and '98. Mud, you don't know mud.

My ex turned up in '95 and did her best to ruin it, NO CHANCE!

This thread question is a contradiction in terms.

[JoeBananass]

yeah, 2007 was probably my worst glasto - it wasn't just the mud and rain - it was that glasto seemed to be loosing its soul to me - nothing to do a night, everything shut down after 12 - glasto vibe was missing.

Thankfully it came back in 2008!

roll on 2009!

[HandFedFred]

The only thing I remember 2007 is getting stuck in the mud for a few hours on Sunday at about 8pm trying to get up the hill where the Pyramid stage is. I can't remember anything else so the rest of it must have been ok.

[scaryclaireyfairy]

2007 made me not feel bad at the time about missing last year. i regret it now but i needed a break. usually i get more from glasto than i put in. in 2007 i was pushed to my limit and enjoying anything was a massive effort. i couldn't even drink much or whatever unless it was back at the tents cos getting around sober was hard enough.

i'm scared another year like that would break me. i came close to asking what the hell i was doing a few times and whether it was worth it. turns out all of our group did but we were bloody-minded enough to bite the bullet and keep on trudging.

that said, wild horses couldn't keep me away this year. and even if it's a washout i'll be trying for tickets for next year's birthday do.

[norainplease]

I had a bad Glasto last year for about two hours!!!

Got absolutely hammered on the wed night at the cider bus and lost my purse ! Woke up, still wasted/hungover and dragged myslef to the lost and found thinking about how to cancel cards etc and generally feeling like utter s**t!!

Queued at the lost and found for an hour and then some lovely little volunteer took my details, went for a look (not before saying he doubted my stuff would be there!) and came back brandishing my cards etc!!!

After that, hangover gone and back on the cider!!

Best Festival ever!!!!

Also met Mr Eavis at the lost and found to so all was good!!

[Yokel Again]

Hhmmmm...

It's still the best place in the world, but i really struggled to raise my spirits all weekend in 07, just after having a year break and wanting a good one we had an odd mix of people and the relentless rain and mud. Car park nightmare inlcuded, i was broken. However, similar to what someone else has said, 2008 sitting at home was worse.

Roll on 09!!!

[snipe]

Losing pretty much everything in the Pennards flood in 2005 was at the time a pretty awful experience but by Sunday I was having a ball again. 2007 upset me more because it was the largest group of people I knew who'd ever travelled over for it and most of them would never come again as a result of the weather. From 14 people only myself and another returned in 2008. Lots of jealous glares when I ran into any of the others for a few weeks after that.

[Breeze]

Not a bad one as such but 2007 was a struggle by Sunday. Certainly I was having less fun than on the sunday in previous years - not for want of trying but just because I was so knackered from not being able to sit down much, trudging through the chocolate pudding (I refuse to use the M word this close to Glasto ) etc.

[IGNITE77]

2007 was a nightmare. Had fun up until Sunday. One of the my mates had a Sunday evening coach tickets which i swapped for my Monday train ticket - I was so desperate to go home. Getting home was a nightmare and the driver nearly crashed the coach. 2007 was horrible - all those crazy people who said that they will have fun no matter what the weather is are clearly mental or have had a lobotomy.

However didn't put me off and last year went with a load of people who had never been before and had an amazing time.

[Postman Pat]

I had a few bad glasto's over the years since i started going in 1986. I didnt particularly like the very muddy years in the 90's - cant remeber exactly which years but on the first one (1997) i got robbed of all my money too - not much fun , only to be as bad the next year(1998) when it yet again rained for days on end making it another epicly bad time.

This didnt stop me going but in 2000 it was really hard work with the fence jumping crowds etc - oh and to top that one i got robbed again too and had my tent slashed and my rucksack full of stuff lifted!!!

Still didnt stop me going but we moved up to the other end of the country a few years ago and the trek went from a 20 min drive to 7 hours on the motorway - that didn;t stop me and went down to another couple after we moved.

I didnt much enjoy the last one i went to in 2004 as i felt the festival was changing into something i didnt want to be part of anymore.

However i did really enjoy 99.9% of all the festival experiences i had and definately enjoyed 100% of all the amazing bands,comedians and acts i watched over the years.

I will still be watching it on the TV but the urge to go again gets less over time - have fun all

[gracious]

2007 was a nightmare. Had fun up until Sunday. One of the my mates had a Sunday evening coach tickets which i swapped for my Monday train ticket - I was so desperate to go home. Getting home was a nightmare and the driver nearly crashed the coach. 2007 was horrible - all those crazy people who said that they will have fun no matter what the weather is are clearly mental or have had a lobotomy.

However didn't put me off and last year went with a load of people who had never been before and had an amazing time.

[travelling mr pastry]

2007 was horrible - all those crazy people who said that they will have fun no matter what the weather is are clearly mental or have had a lobotomy.

[IGNITE77]

if you went to 2004/5 you wouldnt be saying that, they were excellent

[a williams field pilgrim]

Just reading through your comments here has made me realise that however much we love glasto it is absolutely knackering and when faced with what we had in 2007, well.......it was simply trench warfare of the festival kind !!

It was epic.....the memories. I can laugh about it now but to watch people get broken by the conditions was hard to cope with.

The sunday night and THE WHO (or whats left of) are playing the pyramid and what was left of us in the crowd, we looked a pretty fed up but determined bunch !.

I was standing to the back and trying to enjoy it, most people i met during the week had left the fest or were too tired to move the other side of the site, reduced to the most basic of tasks at basecamp with no will or desire to move further than the boundary of the pathetic shelter that a reclaimed gazebo provided them, let along use any energy left to go anywhere.

Looking back i think i wanted closure to the pain, my serotonin levels had been battered to kingdom come throughout the course of the fest and it was'nt all self inflicted, i had an amazing time and yes i sampled rare herbs and chemicals along the way...had barely slept since the monday night....had been onsite since open gates....had replaced my "five a day" with other things, occasionally remembering to get a bit of grub and dry out for a couple of hours by a fire. The conditions were so hard for everyone and it had got to us all in one way or another.

What i remember is that as the festival went on, how we adapted to it and helped each other out was what got me through i think. I met so many good people that year, no one blamed anyone for leaving early which i think was really nice, we all felt the pain but some of us were just hell bent on having a good one dispite the swamps....

The crowds circling bore holes in the mud watching unsuspecting fall guy's distracted by using a phone oblivious to the situation they were walking into, surrounded by a crowd of people eargerly anticipating the drop, some would realise at the last minute and some walked a bit too left or right...but every now and again someone would walk straight over the sweet spot and plummet into ablivion to a round of applause and heckling !!! A cruel but hilarious past time that i was thankfull i spotted in time, that person could have been any of us !!

People were falling all over the place over the festival and we all just got used to it and helped each other up and as long as it was nothing serious we were so wet, muddy and anebriated that most saw the funny side !

I had got used to spending all day and night out and about and cos there was very limited objects that protruded the mud it was difficult to actually sit anywhere. It was seriously good when you could sit down for a bit somewhere, the folded chair owners that were probably mocked by friends with "what do you want one of them for" comments were in their unstable but smug element, it was a pleasure to get back to my tent occasionally to boot a mate out of the much sought after sitting down position to rest what had become like lead weights attatched to my hips.....I had thighs of hulk by the end of this fest !

Anyway, so i'm walking back from the who, the festival well and trully finished and just the task in hand, what a task ! Haul my body one last time back to campsite, it was a very quiet and eery atmosphere i remember around site and most had already left or were ready to go straight home. We were going back the monday, all we wanted was sleep, food and rest before the long trip home.

I got back to our tents eventually after a very slow trudge and a couple of friends are still up and we sat down, drank the last box of wine (shows how often we bothered to go back !) and then comatose.

I woke up and everything around me had been taken down, everything packed, everyone waiting for me, ready to go. They were impatient to leave cos of the traffic which was understandable, i had overslept so i'd missed a cuppa, had to salvage what was left of my stuff and backpack on trudging over to car park the other side of festival site and i'd only been awake for five minutes ! Once in car and ready to wave goodbye to the site for another year we endured what was the final mission which was getting off site, a five hour achievement laced with a barrage of vehicles stuck in mud to negotiate before a five hour journey.

We had done it, a week of great memories, good times, laughter, excitement, pain, rain, mud, more mud and finally....more rain.

Definitely not a bad glasto, i dont believe there is such a thing but i believe i earned my stripes after this one, it was also my first !!

The weather was wonderfull last year and i felt like we deserved it, it made such a difference and i dont think my 2007 and 2008 could have been any more different, they were polar opposites but i've found that as time goes on i feel like 2007 will never be forgotten, i feel pain just thinking about it !!

[scudetto_boy]

1997 was hard, hard work (far too muddy) & 2007 was a pest at times because if the weather

Edited June 11, 2009 by scudetto_boy

[Katster]

2007 was my best year besides 2005

I've never had a bad one but I did see one poor guy so messed up on a bad trip (he thought he'd seen a train crash through the back of the stage during Orbital and witnessed loads of bloody and hurt people running away from the stage) that he packed all his stuff up and left

I tried to calm him down, I got him a cup of tea and told him he was fine it wasn't real, there hadn't really been a train crash, everyone was fine. But he'd apparently been sleeping on the railway tracks on site because someone (real or imaginary I don't know) had told him he could get a train off the site but then when one hadn't turned up (he'd actually seen a proper station and was convinced he'd actually bought a train ticket) he'd decided to come back and pack his stuff up and go. Poor guy, his head must have been in bits. I persuaded him to wait around for his friend but when he didn't show up he just asked me to tell him he'd gone home. His friend couldn't believe it when he came back to camp and I'm fairly sure he left then too.

Kids, say no to drugs!