Too many to mention, but I remembering struggling through the mud and rain of the first few days of 2011 on crutches and then this sense of contentment on the Saturday night when the sun had come out and the ground had firmed up, watching Coldplay with my kids. It had been a sh*t year overall up til then, and getting onsite and set up damn near killed us but that moment, stood on a hill with thousands of strangers and the 2 people I love most in the world, the sun setting in that glorious way that the sky saves up for us to enjoy a few nights of the year.
Coldplay have saved my ass at Glastonbury a few times now, in 2000 we got set upon and one friend badly f**ked up by a bunch of miscreants on the Saturday night, which saw us leaving early Sunday as said friend was the designated driver. I persuaded them to stay at least until I could catch Coldplay that afternoon and after the previous night's violence it was nice to at least leave on a high note, with a few drinks and smokes in the sun enjoyed before 7 of us and kit tried to squeeze into the back of a fiesta van for the sweaty and uncomfortable journey home.
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