Glastonbury Festival - The Mud

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Whee!
It was a rude awakening as a heavenly drumbeat stirred the dreaming into a threatening reality. The rains had come in epic, biblical proportions. Tents were washed away, portalets were knocked over, and power had been cut in this custom-built weekend paradise. Devastation was everywhere and delays were made as Glastonbury was literally underwater. Rumor had it that the entire day’s activities were being cancelled. Thankfully, 3 million litres of water were pumped out of the site and 6 hours later, it was announced that everything would resume at midday.

This gave the other British Council members, international delegates and myself time to have brunch and make a quick run to get a pair of Wellington boots. There was absolutely no way we were going to traverse 12 stages over 900 acres in our now useless sneakers and Docs. Throughout the weekend Festival, our wellies proved to be our best friend.
Sloshing around in the mud
 

The rain finally relented as the sun made a brief appearance, but the mud was just incredible. Levels went from ankle deep, to knee-deep, even neck-deep, as some people had been spotted actually swimming and canoeing in the mud. But in most areas, the sludge was so thick you could do a Michael Jackson "Smooth Criminal" - a 45-degree straight body slant and seriously not tip over. Or you could, but your wellies would still be firmly planted. It also slowed you down a great deal. An easy 2-minute walk could take a good 5 minutes instead, and even longer when you notice your feet have gotten heavier. Then you’d have to stop and find something, anything you could to scrape the clumps of mud off on. The mud situation was always taken into consideration when making plans to meet up or when moving from stage to stage.
Mud bath, anyone?
It was a lot like New York in Sex and the City - it was a major character you had to familiarize yourself with.

Upon arriving at the site, we all gathered at the British Council booth, strategically located near the three main stages - the Pyramid Stage, the Other Stage and the John Peel Stage (originally the New Bands Stage, it was renamed this year in honour of the late great DJ). It was complete madness. There were loads of bands to catch, an assortment food to savour, odd happenings to experience, surreal sights to behold - there was simply too much going on, you had stop before you start.

At Glastonbury, you do need to condition yourself to make a few sacrifices. It’s way too vast and spread out to be able to catch every single activity that goes on.
Bloc Party
Re-thinking your agenda every so often was always a good idea due to the countless fascinating distractions on site. It was like Disneyland for the eclectic and musically inclined.

So I decided to be a shrimp and go with the flow. I checked out the market place across the booth. There were stalls selling cuisine from all over, jewellery, clothing, Doc Martens, postcards, records, knick-knacks and all sorts of stuff. Over at the Hospitality Area, I was fortunate enough to have meet Andrea Oliver, the presenter of the BC's global radio show, The Selector. It was such a thrill to finally meet the face behind the voice, and what a jolly lady she turned out to be. Another trippy sight was of a couple giving each other a mud bath. It was insane! To add to that, Michael Eavis, proprietor of Worthy Farm and Glastonbury Festival producer, just appears out of nowhere.
The Killers
Two celebrity sightings in ten minutes. Somebody wake me up! As for the rest of the evening, I went back and forth between the Pyramid and the Other Stages to see Hot Hot Heat, The Zutons, Elvis Costello, Bloc Party, The Killers and finally, The Tears out by the John Peel Stage. I couldn't believe I was breathing the same air as Brett Anderson.

I was physically and mentally drained. Physically, from the mud, and mentally, from trying to comprehend what I had just experienced. Glastonbury veterans were telling me to just “find a spot, park my behind, chill out and get drunk.” Easy for them to say when they can have their pick of almost any band, almost any day of the week. I’m from the Philippines, how was it possible to have seen all those bands in a span of less than 12 hours, when it takes years for one decent act to come to our corner of the globe? Well, there were two more days to go. Bring on the mud, I say!  Incredulously. Mind. Boggling.



geek_goddess_jolie says:
Man, I'm so envious, too! :P AWE-SIZ-OME!
Posted on: Jan 06, 2010
Isabetlog says:
Hahaha, you won't believe this but the only way to rid the mud off my raincoat was to scrape it with a spoon! :O
Posted on: Jun 24, 2008
the_bloodsucker says:
I soooo envy you! Tag me along next time... pleeease?!!! =D

Did you get muddy, too?
Posted on: Jun 24, 2008
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Whee!
Whee!
Sloshing around in the mud
Sloshing around in the mud
Mud bath, anyone?
Mud bath, anyone?
Bloc Party
Bloc Party
The Killers
The Killers
The Tears
The Tears
BC Staff - Patricia, Hugo, Claire,…
BC Staff - Patricia, Hugo, Claire…
BC delegates from Thailand & Moroc…
BC delegates from Thailand & Moro…
BC booth
BC booth
Wellies saved our feet!
Wellies saved our feet!
The Selector at the BC booth
The Selector at the BC booth
The Selectors playlist
The Selector's playlist
Hospitality Area
Hospitality Area
Posh tents where Kate Moss stayed
"Posh" tents where Kate Moss stayed
Farmer & Producer Michael Eavis
Farmer & Producer Michael Eavis
Mane obssession
Mane obssession
Market place
Market place
Bloc Party
Bloc Party
Glasto crowd
Glasto crowd
Oh, silly me
Oh, silly me
Piracy in the UK
Piracy in the UK
Glastos glorious mud
Glasto's glorious mud
Glasto is for babies, too!
Glasto is for babies, too!
The Killers
The Killers
The Killers Brandon Flowers
The Killers' Brandon Flowers
Excuse me, I cut a fart...
"Excuse me, I cut a fart..."
Pyramid Stage
Pyramid Stage
John Peel Stage
John Peel Stage
The Tears - formerly half of Suede
The Tears - formerly half of Suede
Brett Anderson my love
Brett Anderson my love
Breathing the same air as Brett
Breathing the same air as Brett
Teenage dreams so hard to beat.
Teenage dreams so hard to beat.
And there goes Day 1
And there goes Day 1
Glastonbury
photo by: Vikram