Thursday

The tent again I'm afraid. We never had much room for anything other than ourselves. Our rucksacks were kindly stored in Martin and Su's cavernous tent, which left room for myself, Andrea, and our toothbrushes. At around 7am, we were awoken by the sun which had turned our tent into some sort of microwave. I awoke covered in a right sweat and could only cope with getting semi dressed inside the tent because the clothes just slid on and it felt disgusting. I then did the rest of the changing outside, probably offending someones sensibilities I'm sure. A quick teeth clean then grabbed my bog roll and it was off to the loo.

The loos in Glastonbury aren't that bad really, I have a rule of thumb which is if it's an open air/poo in a hole kind of loo, it's good. Portaloos, on a hot and sunny Glastonbury, I really wouldn't touch unless I was really desperate and had some tiger balm to put under my nose. However, Andrea had the opposite mentality, and to be fair, was quite successful in her portaloo roulette. There were a few problems later on with the plastic urinals, as some drunken toilet scientists discovered that jamming a large cup into one of the holes that connected them together meant that there was nowhere for the 20% proof wee to escape. This eventually lead to the entire urinal filling up to the point of bursting, and then bursting everywhere.

On Thursday it's law to go over your free Guardian guide periodically during the day to make sure you know what you want to watch over the coming days. Loaded up with beers again, It is also law to go for a walk, and walk, and walk around the place to get used to the layout. It was good having Andrea as she was the one popping her Glastonbury cherry, so we gave her the guided tour. We did the pyramid stage, other stage, dance village (*cough* shell suit alert!), then a further wander over to the circus area for a sit down and drink to watch the performers practice . This was where we first got a taste of things to come, yes, a super gimp came around to say "mornin'". Fueled up, we wandered over to avalon, the craft fields (loved the Mason's arms), the dragon field (original, I know), then up to the stone circle for a bit of a nice cup of beer and a sit down. After resting again, it was a wander down the hill to the west holts stage to meet up with all the others for a nice sit down, booze, and some food. We pretty much stayed there for the rest of the day, for no reason other than the beer was cold, the company better, and of course we weren't at work.

As the day goes on, you can feel the excitement building in everyone and everything around you, it is very noticeable and, hand on heart, not related to the amount of drink consumed.

There are no bands playing on the stages on a Thursday, but there are things going on in the array of pubs and bars...the highlight (and massive rumour of the day) was the terrible possibility of Vanilla Ice playing in a bar. So Andrea teamed up with Alex, who both managed to sweet talk everyone into going down the bar to see him. The place was hammered and the queue massive so we just sat outside drinking beer, large sports bottles full of red wine (classy) and waited for him to turn up so Andrea and Alex could at least get excited about hearing him. About 5 mins before he came on, the others (Alex included) got up and needed to discover what was happening at Shrangri-la, we couldn't be bothered going with them. After a very, very brief set (I mean really, how many songs has he done?), we wandered over to the dance village to see what it was like at night.

We always knew that Boy George was going to be doing a set over in the dance village, what we never realised was that he was going to do a Culture Club set and not a DJ one! Damn it! That would of at least been better than waiting for the ice man to turn up.

After another exhausting day, I'm afraid it was a relatively early night again in preparation for the start of the festival.