Sunday.
Well, this was a
different kind of day.
No work at all
so in some ways it felt as if it was just starting again.
Again got up
dead early-7 am therefore only 2 hours kip but applying the I’m knackered
anyway principle decided to tough it out and make the most of the day.
As I got up
there wasn’t a cloud in the sky -not a one. Although the forecast was going to
be good one of the security blokes told me that the BBC were saying it was
going to be incredibly hot-27-30 degrees! And the mud would all be dried up by
mid afternoon-happy days.
After a massive
full English breakfast to start the day right the plan was to make every second
count. So, with wellies on (still sceptical about the mud),bag packed for the
day with suitable bananas, loads of bottles of water, fold -up chair over my shoulder
(rock and roll hey!) and the brolly (to act as sunshade) off I headed for a day
of relaxation and merriment.
Whilst I had
checked the guide the only artist I wanted to see for sure was Paul Simon mid
afternoon –thought it might be a good sing-along thing. Wasn’t sure which
headliner I would go to to finish the whole thing off-it was a toss up between
Beyonce, Queens of the Stone Age, Gruff Rhys, The Streets or Kool & the Gang.
To cut a long
story short I just spent most of the day wholly chilled out just wandering
around enjoying the whole thing. Got the Observer and spent a good hour of so
at dinnertime leafing through it with a fantastic pizza, massive cappuccino,
huge home made raspberry muffin-in the sun. Wellies and socks off-feet up
watching the Noisettes at the Other Stage in virtually the same spot we were at
last year. Rang Amy “you’ll never guess where I am etc?” Maybe it was because I
was so relaxed but tired but it was the only time I was homesick all
weekend-just wished I could’ve shared that moment with her. Still it was a
beautiful day and after polishing off all the grub sauntered off to see Paul
Simon.
Who, quite
frankly was a disappointment. Myself and everyone around me watching the main
stage expected him to do hit after hit (which is what he said he was going to
do) but in an hours set he did about 5 tracks off his new album which nobody
really knew or was arsed about. The tone of it was set by the fact that after the
first song he mumbled something about, "I’ve got a sore throat so excuse me if
it not up to what you expected etc” . The bloke standing next to me said in a
gruff northern accent, “We’ve been up to our necks in a muddy field for the past
four days pal so stop your bloody moaning”, sentiments which I wholeheartedly
agreed with. It would have taken more than Mr Simon to piss me off though and
anyway he soon shuffled off. Plan B followed him & was much better than
expected. By the time they finished it was 8.00 ish so just time to nip back to
the mess tent for evening meal and to catch up on things.
Back out for
9.30 and I had decided to see Beyonce though was prepared to make a dash for
something else if she was rubbish. There is not much to say about her show
except that it was absolutely flipping fantastic. I was blown away! Whilst this
is far from my cup of Earl Grey but from the get go it was hit after hit-the
atmosphere was fantastic and she had everyone in the palm of her hand-young
& old, men & women. There were just big grins all around and especially
from the blokes (who like myself I guess had not expected much).In the end
everyone was bopping away-the whole field in front of the Pyramid was
rammed-maybe 80,000 people or so. What a way to finish the whole thing!
Finally back at
2 ish after Beyonce and a few drinks. Fast asleep by 3.
And that was it.
Will I go back
again? Can’t wait till 2013.
Would I work it
again? Probably not but if I couldn’t get a ticket I would not miss it for the
world.
The mud? Oh I’ve
done a muddy Glasto & lived to tell the tale-this will be a story that can
live on for generations-ie “ Grandad,
tell us the tale of the big muddy field.”
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