Not even with the passing of 30 years does my memory of Glastonbury get the slightest shade of pink. The mid-eighties were wet years and there was a lot of mud, wet clothing, sleeping bags and trenches with tarpaulins for the loo’s.
And I obviously had yet to find the right drugs. Which would have no doubt made it way more fun, although I’d probably be dead now if I had.
The first spin-off Glade festival however, about 12 or so years ago was f****ing brilliant 8) 😀