Here we are already in the “This time last week” period. Time waits for nobody. So this is a review and a mention of some of the moments I had forgotten. It all started over a week ago at 9.15 for the journey down. After a slog we were soon in the sunshine having a bevvy excited at the possibilities the next five days would bring. Mad Wednesday is as it always is the mad one. The amount drunk does not decrease that much but the period you drink it in is shorter. Add to that the first night excitement and its a perfect storm. I had my “Chatabix” Podcast t-shirt on and received one “Crunch Crunch” (If you know you know) which is the same amount I received last year. Wednesday was the night my mates vintage Adidas Samba could take no more. Let us pause for a moments reflection on the life of the Samba.

Thursday was the first of four Koppaberg breakfasts with all kinds of bollocks chatted. After I pulled my daily pill box out one of the lads fessed up to being on cholesterol tablets for years. Oh how me and my other mate chuckled. This lead to all kinds of fat shaming over the next four days. We finally settled on his new nickname of “The Big Bopper” Come to think of it we now know why his vintage Samba packed up (He’s not even fat ha ha ha) Thursday also seen our first visit to Car Henge. Must admit I was sad to see Williams Green replaced by this but the festival must evolve. Also at Car Henge me and Mrs Fay turned into Barney and Betty Rubble (middle picture)

Thursday night on the hill ended up being special. Glenn is the boyfriend Helen who is a very old mate of mine and even older mate of Mrs Fay. Whilst we were having a lovely sunset bevvy at The Glade he said he might propose to Helen up the hill by the Glastonbury sign and could I massage it so that we went there next. Luckily most the gang said yes straight away and the two that did not I could not really say much more without blowing it. So up the hill we went. Like all of us they were quite pissed and both of them ended up having a roll down the hill competition. I thought right this is going to be the moment. Once they  both recovered from the aches and dizziness you could make out Glenn on one knee. One of our gang said looks like he is proposing. I quickly said “No chance his knee is just fucked” anyway the happy newly engaged couple came up the hill and told everybody else the great news. Many hugs were had and tears shed. We all swayed down to the West Holts bar and the amazing Freddie And The Freeloaders. Jesus christ can them cats play their instruments.

So thats just the two days before the festival started. So much more to ramble on about.

Peace

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