7 days to go until the 40th annual Glastonbury Festival kicks off.
I’m no festival virgin but this is the first time I’ve gotten around to getting myself down to THE daddy of all festivals. Watching it on TV just won’t cut it for me this time. I was kicking myself last year that I hadn’t pulled my finger out and registered earlier for tickets so I had to settle for watching The Boss with the fella feeling slightly miffed that we too weren’t wallowing in the mud with our mates.
So only a week to go and the obligatory list has been drawn up of necessities and festivals comforts… mine consists so far of cereal bars and my beloved Barbor wellies. And there’s always that niggling feeling that I’m going to forget something important like my sleeping bag or loo roll! Or even worse that I forget my crate of Strongbow…
Having had a good deeks at the line up I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ll mostly be spending my time away from the Pyramid stage in rebellion to what I consider a bit of a let down on the line up front. I’m just not feeling Gorillaz or Muse as headline acts for the 40th anniversary, any other year and I’d be fine with it – I think I’m just cutting my nose off to spite my face as I’d been secretly longing and hoping that Robert Plant would have seen sense and my all time favourite Led Zep would be gracing the stage. Anyways I’m going to part ways from others I’m heading down with treck off to the John Peel stage (Black Cherry, The Drums, Foals, Marina & the Diamonds and Delphic), the Park stage (Laura Marling and Frankie & the Heartstrings), West Dance for a bit of the amazing Chromeo, The Queen’s Head stage (Mystery Jets, Detroit Social Club AND Frank Turner!!) and BBC Introducing for some Chew Lips action. Mixed with the mud I think it’s going to be a very jam-packed weekend.
No doubtedly I’ll still be running around with last-minute preparations (the curse of a rubbish memory) but as long as my camera and phone are charged and I’ve got a hat and jumper packed I can’t go too wrong…
