overheard this morning on the 8.15 from chingford to liverpool street.
i thought this event had finished over ten years ago, no idea this bloated tired gig had not yet checked out and left its swollen corpse full of lazy cheap hedonistic thrills by the side of the a303 stairway to heaven.
it seems i was wrong again,
i imagine ' glasto', was cool in the seventies and eighties, a bit like ibiza.
i went in 1997, sat in mud for two days, washed myself with those things you clean babys arses with , avoided getting raped/mugged by gangs of scousers off their nut and down the k hole, and having shit sprayed on me in the dance tent by a faulty sanitary truck.
i was hoping to see the revolutionary yet melodius 'light house family' set fire to their guitars and call upon the great gods of the axe, but they just sung 'lifted' instead.
as they said at woodstock ...."and remember the man next to you is your brother" or in 'glasto' case , possibly a marketing employee of a soft energy drink with guarana.
Last edited by EDWARDTHECONFESSOR (Thursday Jun 2014 09:36:24)