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What was your worst moment at glastonbury?


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2004, was my first year & from arriving on the wednesday was that overwhelmed with the place that i practically didnt talk for 3 days. had a E on the friday morning after i had been quing up for the bank for 1&1/2 hour. it was extreamly hot & i totally shot myself through. felt like my heart was going to explode, i couldnt find any shade, the tent was even hotter. i couldnt find my fiance & friends, i felt like i had made a mistake comming & wanted to go home. i'd reached a real low point at that point & seriously felt i was going to die. after that tho i was ok. once evening aproached & it started to cool down i had a great time (apart from choosing oasis over the chems), totally spent the rest of the festival off my face. the low point was followed by a high point to, the friday night/saturday morning after oasis everyone went to bed. i took myself off up to the stone circle & had a right time meeting new people, talking crap, watched the sunrise & started to make my way back to the tent only to see this huge double rainbow. it was amazing & it was at that point i knew i hadnt made a mistake comming & that this was where i was ment to be. got in to my tent just before it started raining :D

2005! i'd managed 2004 with just boots & flip flops, tried to do the same in 2005, i came totally unprepaired from footwear to clothing. spent from friday misserable due to being wet but tried to make the best of it.

2007, had had enough of the rain by sunday but i didnt let it put a downer on the festival. listened to it rain all sunday night & dreaded the thought of having to get up monday morning & pack up. everything about that monday was awful, more so the journey home, sheffield & doncaster had come to a standstill due to the flooding & we spent 4 hours sitting on the M1 4 junctions away from where we wanted to get off.

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I drank to forget on that Sunday night 2007, drank to numb the pain. The horror, the horror.

If its ever like that again I am admitting defeat and going home Sunday lunchtime. I've been going since 1992 and feel I've earned my stripes, in future I'll retire early with my head held high and honour intact.

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I know it's sacrilege, but I don't fancy Prodigy or care that much about Blur. If it's the same as 2007 this year, the lift-sharers will be offered the opportunity to come home on Sunday evening. I can't believe I've even said that... but it's a real option!

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I know it's sacrilege, but I don't fancy Prodigy or care that much about Blur. If it's the same as 2007 this year, the lift-sharers will be offered the opportunity to come home on Sunday evening. I can't believe I've even said that... but it's a real option!
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Getting attacked in 2000 by a bunch of (not a generalisation) scousers. The whole experience scared the crap out of me and when I got back to my tent I was basically a shaking mess, only to have half of west mercia constabulary descend on the vicinity and start nicking people who were selling pills..the irony of the lack of help with violent crime compared to the enthusiasm to crack down on people flogging a few benny hills was not lost on me. When I eventually surfaced sunday I discovered our lift home had disappeared and was forced to leave sunday morning with 5 of us in the back of a corsa van.

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2007.

After having endured it (we are all agreed, a horrible year) we got up earlyish to get in the car (soaked to the skin) monday morning, getting in the car at about 9.30am. What time did we leave the car parks.... 9PM!!!!!!!!ARRGGHHHH! 12 hours sopping wet sat in the car watching other people push cars up the muddy banks on to the road, knowing we appeared to be in the last car park to stand any chance of emptying. I trawled about 3 miles back to site to find x1 MANKY pizza place open and got the last x3 (there were 4 of us!) pizza's, which we freezing cold, then waded the 3miles ish back to the car to sit there again. Getting out only to piss. Not the best way to end a horrible weekend. Is the only time my sense of humour has completely failed at Glasto.

BUT

ROLL ON 2009!!!

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It's a toss-up between 1. Stewarding on Thursday night last year when it started pooring, finding out that the waterproofs were in no way waterproof. I started getting Sunday 07 flashbacks and started to get misserable.

And 2. Monday morning of '95 (my 1st). I'd met an amazing girl that I spent most of the festival with and I had to leave both her and Glastonbury. I don't mind telling you that I cried. x

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Yet another 2007 story....I was stewarding Lost Vagueness that year, and my last shift was midnight on the Sunday - 6am Monday morning, so we packed up all our stuff on Sunday arvo and put it in the lockups. This meant the whole of Sunday i was sober and without a home (/tent) to go to. I was so f**king miserable by the evening that work actually made it better!

The good thing was that it was really easy to leave the site at 6am.

and then last year, when it started to rain on Thursday night all the horrors of 2007 came flooding back and i had a proper sulk - tears and all - in my tent. :P:lol:

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2007...it was bad, real bad. I remember looking at a piece of green grass on the Wednesday and thinking – this might be the last time I see any green grass, and I was right.

The mud was everywhere, between and around all the tents, in the sheltered areas and was taking on a shocking and sinister life of its own as it got deeper and even more slippery and sticky and it did not STOP BASTAD RAINING.

Having done 10 years of Glastonbury I decided for the first time to leave early Sunday evening, was home clean and dry to watch the end of the festival on the TV...still raining....still muddy (little bit of a smile). Had to give last year a miss – I was “mud fatigued”.

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I have to go against the flow here, i did not have a bad experience at '07. Granted the weather was crap, but we all came prepared so didn't have a problem with it. It was my first Glasto so that might of been why, spent the year before in a muddy field at TITP.

Probably worst was in '08 when had a drunken argument with my GF. But it was all sorted and had a great festi :P

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was 2007 a bad one then? :lol:

I've been fortunate enough never to have any really bad times at glastonbury, even when the weather has been terrible

If I had to pick one moment I'd say Monday morning 2002 when I got back to the car to find the radio had been left on since the previous Wednesday = flat car battery. Waited 7 hours for the RAC man to come and a further 4 to exit the car park and get onto the road

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another one for 2007

I managed to last the entire festival in high spirits even though i was caked in mud & soaking wet. When Monday came i took my tent down in the rain & loaded my trolley with all my things, including a nice little 2 man tent that someone had left & we all set off to the car.

Two and a half hours later after dragging a dead weight through muddy fields that resembled the battlefields of the Somme, i neared a crane that was the landmark to show the car was near :P

It was at this point i got distracted & lost my friends :P

I trotted off up a lane trying to catch them up but they hadn't gone that way. The upshot of this was i got lost & spent another TWO & A HALF HOURS draggin my trolley around looking for the car. I was not impressed!

With the last of my battery I finally managed to get in touch with one of my friends who said they were in field West 32. I spent ages trying to find it, going through barb wire fences & hedges and when i finally did I called them back and they said, "oh did i say West 32, I meant West 28". I felt like crying :D

Finally met my mate when he drove towards me in his land rover and trumpets went off in my head, as i had been resuced and my nightmare was over :D

Only to be told, "there's no space in the car for you, but if you follow me up this hill i'll show you were the others are parked!" :lol:

This was the worst experience I have had, but i'm willing to do it all over again cos Glastonbury is the best place on Earth. Roll on 2009!! :lol:

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I woke up at about 8 pm on Sunday 2007, after a heavy Saturday night. It was lashing down with rain and the bottom half of my sleeping bag was wet. I was incredibly thirsty and had no water, but the thought of leaving the tent was so horrific that I ended up gathering rain water off the top of my porch in a bottle. Then I lay there shivering and waiting for it to be over.

The next day I was on the phone to my girlfriend as we drove up the M1. We live in Sheffield and our cellar was flooding. She was keeping me updated on how far up the cellar steps the water had crept.

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Mine was probably Thurs 2008.

I'd got through '07 pretty intact - on a crusade to make sure the mud didn't stop me having fun. BUT it was a pain.

When the rain came pelting down on Thursday last year I was pretty low. My mate had gone for a sleep, so I sat watching the rain, everything getting soaked... contemplating a second year of not being able to get around the site...

I think the fact it wasn't forecast made it all the worse.

By Friday morning I'd cheered right up.

I also remember lying in the cinema field on the Saturday afternoon with my worst ever hangover believing I may have to go home.... An hour and about 43 mini spring rolls later I got back on the wagon, and went to watch British Sea Power. All was well again.

apart from that, I generally try to put a positive spin on everything - which includes sunburn and chapped lips in 2002! - Won't be making that mistake again!

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I had no idea everyone found sunday night 2007 so bad!!

That is one of my best moments, watching the who with noone caring about the rain!

I don't even remember it being that wet afterwards.. but the photos we have suggest otherwise.

Think i have my rose-coloured spectacles on for anything concerning Glastonbury!

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my worst and best were at the same glasto in 05, worst was losing my purse with £130 at stone circle on thurs night, best was sunday afternoon finally being arsed to trudge up the hill to lost property to find some kind soul had handed it in with contents intact, was so overcome they had 2 make me a cup of tea! :P

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I had no idea everyone found sunday night 2007 so bad!!

That is one of my best moments, watching the who with noone caring about the rain!

I don't even remember it being that wet afterwards.. but the photos we have suggest otherwise.

Think i have my rose-coloured spectacles on for anything concerning Glastonbury!

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At The Chemical Brothers , there was nowhere else on earth I would rather have been , not even

Cindy Crawfords bed !. I danced what was left of my legs till they could take no more. When the

red flare went off , I was close to eurphoria as you could get !

Only as I was wondering back to Big Ground and going through the Theatre district when I was

thigh deep in mud did I eventually say

" For f***s sake ! "

:P

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I had no idea everyone found sunday night 2007 so bad!!

That is one of my best moments, watching the who with noone caring about the rain!

I don't even remember it being that wet afterwards.. but the photos we have suggest otherwise.

Think i have my rose-coloured spectacles on for anything concerning Glastonbury!

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My Sunday 2007 wasnt that bad at all. We'd planned from the off to finish the weekend on the bootleg beatles and after sitting on a pizza box in the middle of no mans land (there was no one within 20m of us in he mud) watching the Manics we headed up to Acoustic stage and actually found some grass by the fence outside it. It was wet but wasn't muddy so we sat down, smoked a lot, headed down to the cider bus a couple of times and then watched the Bootlegs. Class night!

The worst bit of 2007 was either the downpour we experienced while watching the Cribs when my waterproof turned out not to be waterproof or the fact that the sound was so poor on the Pyramid that we walked off when Arctic Monkeys finished Leave Before the Lights come on -knowing full well that they never did encores. The next morning everyone was raving about how they'd played diamonds are forever but we didn't even hear them come back on cos the sound didn't travel to the right of the stage where we were so we'd missed it! The rain was nothing compared to the sound.

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Friday lunchtime 2005 is the real low point for me. After the mega storm of Friday morning, and seeing tents get washed away on Pennard Hill, and the flooding by the Railway track. We'd left our wellies in the car as the day before had been wall to wall sunshine, so trudged off to the car park to get them. Couldn't get out of the east entrance due to it being flooded at the bottom of the hill of death, so had to go round, through the family camping field and out through that entrance & then back on ourselves. Took nearly 2 hours!

Spoke to my missus who was at home and she'd heard that Jo Whiley/Radio 1 had gone off air due to the weather, got to the car and it carried on raining. Stayed in the car for a bit and at that point really considered going home - real low point.

Having said that, had a beer, trudged back and watched The Thrills do their california sunshine pop on the Main stage and never looked back after that.

We left on the Sunday in 2007 at about 8pm, so sounds like we missed the worst of it that year.

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my worst and best were at the same glasto in 05, worst was losing my purse with £130 at stone circle on thurs night, best was sunday afternoon finally being arsed to trudge up the hill to lost property to find some kind soul had handed it in with contents intact, was so overcome they had 2 make me a cup of tea! :O
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