Lovely bit of writing that, thanks so much for sharing.
That Thursday night/Friday morning was a classic 24 hours to be at Glastonbury. Trash city opened up to the punters for the first time, introducing what would become the SE corner as we know it today, Arcadia it's early incarnation and just a human sea of people on the railway track, patiently and sociably shuffling towards it as everyone discussed Jacko's death with strangers. The rain the following morning saw us seek cover in the cabaret tent to start our festival proper and it just descended into Phil Jupitus reading the texts from his phone overnight of jokes and off-kilter comments from the outside world. I certainly saw Jackson 4 t-shirts on sale that morning.
My very cheap tent (not quite supermarket standard, maybe Millets) held up amazingly well. Don't remember any getting in. Probably mostly luck than anything. If I'd been in the path of a river I'd no doubt have been screwed. Especially as I was in Tom's Field, towards the bottom of the hill if I remember rightly.
But yeah, no sleep. The noise!
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