A repeat of 2016, this time without my best friends there to carry me through, and working instead of being a punter, would see me off the festival for a good few years. Please rain gods, no. Don't do it to us.
It wasn't the rain, it was the ground. I have a horse who lives on a blustery moor in the north of England, I can cope with wind and rain and cold. But the playdough mud of 2016 from the constant wet-dry-wet-dry was something else. It remains my favourite Glastonbury, but only because the people I was with were so blummin brilliant. They don't do Glasto any more and I would have given up if it weren't for them.
The headliners looked amazing last year and I’ve never been, was tempted as didn’t get Glastonbury tickets, then realised I’m 44 and my son is probably older than most attendees at 22!!
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