Glastonbury through the years: the mother of all festivals

As Glastonbury 2016 attracts to an in depth, our man within the area recollects his first ‘miraculous’ go to in 1994, and the music, insanity and magical transformation that have seen him return 17 occasions

The first time I went to the Glastonbury pageant it healed me. Really. It was 1994. Three weeks earlier I’d been attacked in the street of my university city, knocked to the pavement and kicked within the head a number of occasions. I awakened in hospital with bruises and concussion, then drifted via every day feeling sluggish and distant, like I was underwater. Nonetheless, I wasn’t going to overlook my first Glastonbury. That might have been foolish.

I had managed to safe a last-minute ticket by means of a pal of a good friend who performed for the native rugby club in Glastonbury town. The membership members volunteered as pageant stewards and one among them was sick, so I took his id and reported for work on the Friday, despite wanting like a feeble excuse for a rugby participant. After my first shift I used to be advised to return again on Saturday night time, but this was when the techno duo Orbital have been enjoying. A dilemma.

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