Sometime last year, in what seemed like an endless build up to my 50th birthday due in June 09, actually I guess the build up has been, well, fifty years! I digress, sometime last year I was talking to my to my dear and long standing friend about the up coming shocker and I happened to mention I would love to go to Glastonbury having never been, and what better than a first@fifty
Having forgotten all about the conversation I was shocked when a week ago 3 Glasto tickets arrived for myself, my 15 yr old son and his friend courtesy of my amazing friend!
Panic now ensued, I had a busy week at work, it was going to be a long drive, were the hell will we stay, I don't do camping! I spent all of that day and the next ringing every Hotel, B&B, holiday cottage, Winnebago hiring, luxury Yurt providing company within a 10 mile radius of Pilton (the real home of the festival), turns out Glastonbury is a red herring as I discovered when I nearly accidentally booked into an Angel retreat in said town.
Having been offered an Angel blessed room, a £2000 Winnebago and a cottage with a hot tub, sadly out of this years budget, I settled for the only place that I could afford that could fit all three of us in, the kind landlady having dug up an extra single room not usually let, so I didn't have to share with the boys!
So Thursday evening we set off in the trusty Jag, 6+ hours later having got lost due to my co pilot being more interested in his ipod than the map, we finally arrive at our welcoming B&B, now past midnight, the friend in tow decides to throw up over the car park, not a good first impression for our landlady I'm thinking, especially at such an unsocial hour, fortunately she seems to take it in her stride! As I crawled exhausted into my single bed with an oil painting of two children staring down at me, probably wondering what I was doing in their room, I have to say I was too....
Was I crazy? off to Glastonbury with two 15 year old boys with what was reported to be the worst thunderstorm and heaviest down pour of rain ever recorded in the history of Glastonbury festival! we had already witnessed, whilst getting lost, a storm of biblical proportions brewing with spectacular lightning show, which incidentally I have an equally spectacular terror of.
End of part one of first@fifty trip to Glastonbury
