What with Edinburgh sucking me dry of any kind of money this year, when the tickets for Glastonbury went on sale the other month I reluctantly decided I couldn’t afford to go.
In the last week or so, what with Dawn going and running around the flat getting all excited, well, I wanted to go. And I very much regretted my decision.
Then again, this week I only have seven pounds to my name. Hardly enough to buy a cup of chai.
Also last year was wet, I spent most the time in wellies getting stuck in mud and cursing the fact that I’m not a real hippy and actually I just wanted a sit down.
But this year we have just had two weeks of heatwave.The festival starts today, Dawn has been there since Wednesday. My other flatmate has gone on holiday to Greece, the flat is empty and I have a sore throat, am exhausted, have done my back in and have no money to go out.
I’m not in the best of moods.
At least, I wasn’t. Until I saw the news, freak weather storms have flooded part of the site. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t sat at work feeling slightly smug that I hadn’t gone.
And then, still feeling smug as the storm hit London at about 6ish, and I was safely at home in my armchair. I was flicking through the TV and I found the Glastonbury coverage and suddenly remembered exactly what Glastonbury is like, that actually you don’t care if its wet, there are a hundred odd thousand people there, all wet. It’s fun.
And you can stand in a field watching great bands and getting wasted and just forget about everything.
Suddenly my armchair was not the smuggest place to be.
I wanted to go out and forget about it, but I was too fucking ill, obviously with us having a heatwave I’ve come down with a horrific cold.
By midnight, now positively avoiding the Glastonbury coverage whilst sat alone in my flat, I felt like shit. Then I accidently put BBC3 on and saw thousand of people in a field watching Fatboy Slim. and like when I realised that some little cunt had a similar request to mine on Jim’ll Fix It meaning that I wouldn’t be on, I had a proper tantrum and was sent to bed.