aqua said:I forgot to say I saw and chatted to tijuana donkeyshow
he was as pissed as ever
Was that the same time I saw him, or different?
I saw him/chatted to himn at the Cider Bus, Wednesday evening ...
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Was that the same time I saw him, or different?
I saw him/chatted to himn at the Cider Bus, Wednesday evening ...
scumbalina
Scummy Mummy
Best bits.....deciding on Sunday night that I was knackered, fed up, cold and miserable and stomping off back to the tent to wallow in my period pain induced misery....only to pass the pirate ship (complete with 'wenches' to my boyfriends delight 
) where an AMAZING band called Trojan were playing (ska/folk/sea shanty craziness!) and realising that actually, if I downed my bag of cider and danced all night, the world was an okay kind of place. 
Also, on Monday evening, finding my boyfriend post tat session, dragging a tent behind him. Twas full of beer.
) where an AMAZING band called Trojan were playing (ska/folk/sea shanty craziness!) and realising that actually, if I downed my bag of cider and danced all night, the world was an okay kind of place. Also, on Monday evening, finding my boyfriend post tat session, dragging a tent behind him. Twas full of beer.
Tat session eh!! Stig introduced me to the joys .... we got two tents (different years) and an inflatable mattress (only slow punctured 
) and a few other things .... 2002, 2003, 2004 .....
But we didn't bother this year cos we were swanning it innit ...
Sorry to miss your stall. I got your PM saying what and where it was, but I didn't read it til I got back
) and a few other things .... 2002, 2003, 2004 .....But we didn't bother this year cos we were swanning it innit ...
Sorry to miss your stall. I got your PM saying what and where it was, but I didn't read it til I got back
Shirl and I arrived on Wednesday afternoon after a detour to Trowbridge to pick up Dervish and extricate him from a house full of moody teenagers.
Getting on site was the easiest it's ever been. The backstage passes and a pass to allow the funkwagen on site helped, as did Shirl giving a peformance a Paxmanned politician would have been proud of – when asked “Do you have any glass bottles in the vehicle?”, “We know we are not supposed to bring glass bottles on site” came the reply. Ignoring the fact we had a bottle of gin, one of vodka, 2 of tomato juice etc ... (we did bring all the empties home with us though)
Driving across the site and into the backstage Dance Area gave me a real child-like thrill – I couldn't stop grinning for about half an hour. Simple things ...
We pitched camp, Shirl insisting we parked next to a huge silver airstream tour bus she fell in love with, and we started on the booze and then had a wander round taking in the atmosphere. Politicians keep banging on about “community” – they should come to Glasto. It amazes me how this fully formed “alternative” community springs from apparently nothing each year – the shops, the bars and most of all the people, all sorts of them all getting on and having a great time.
Thursday we did some more wandering in the beautiful sunny weather, checked out the BTCV and Shelter stalls as we have personal affiliations to both and, as luck would have it, they were side by side in the Green Fields.
We met up with other Urbanites at the Cider bus and had a good natter and managed not to drink too much. That cider really is vile!
We retired to the funkwagen. I'd been half joking with people all day when they remarked on how wonderful the weather was - “oooh wait til tomorrow, thunderstorms on the way”. Little did I know.
I woke early and heard a little rain. That's OK said Shirl “rain before seven, it'll be fine by eleven”. I dosed off and was vaguely aware that the rain seemed to be getting harder. And there was thunder and lightening. And more thunder and lightening. About 9.00ish Dubversion knocked on the door wanting to get something from the van. I stepped out of the van into the awning and about 3 inches of water. We were lucky. A couple of meters away tents were literally being washed away.
Some bloke emerged from his caravan around midday, oblivious to the meteorological events of the morning, towel over his arm and started towards where the showers had been before they were washed down stream... he seemed a little surprised.
The rain stopped and the waters started to recede and after cleaning up as best we could and topping up the alcohol levels we set off to see Elvis Costello. He was well worth wading through the mud for. Although he seemed to be doing some kind of extended blues work out when we arrived the rest of the set constisted of his older and best loved stuff – Olivers Army, I Can't Stand Up, and an encore that included Alison. Great stuff.
We had a marvelous time doing P.R.o.D. that night in the Speigel tent. The scheduled 2.30am finished got stretched to 4.30am and people danced so hard they broke the dance floor! Result! A personal experiment to recreate the original coca cola recipe seemed to work well. It was really good to see some PRoD regulars there and even better to get really positive comments from “newbies”, including one bloke who reckoned it was the best club he'd been to in his life ever! Maybe his mood was chemically enhanced slightly but it did rock.
By Saturday the mud had started to firm up a bit. We started to make our way over to the Avalon tent to see the Broken Family Band, passing the two and a half hour queue at the Millets stall for wellies!
We arrived a little way in to their set but from the first notes I heard I couldn't stop grinning. You've got to love songs with opening lines like “I want you to die with my hands round your throat” and “If you sleep in a whorehouse you're gonna get fucked”. Definitely my musical highlight of the festival, I just wish they'd had time for an encore.
We went and visited mellowmoose on the Palestinian olive oil stall – his co-workers seemed to have become accustomed to people asking which of them was called mellowmoose “we've never actually met, I know him off the internet ...”. I've still ended up without any olive oil though
A bit more shopping, a bit more eating, a bit more drinking and then back to the PROD camp for Pimms and a lot more drinking. Very civilised. While Shirl caught up on her beauty sleep I had a mooch round the dance “village”.
The Beat were ok but no where near as good as I remembered them being back in the dark days of Thatcher's Britain.
Nouvell Vague were good fun although the joke did wear a bit thin towards the end.
I really enjoyed the chillout area – nice visuals, interesting Arab influenced dance music and I managed to score some organic marzipan
The Thai reggae band whose name I forget but who I'd also seen at Bar Lorca were good – that percussionist is a star.
Another great night doing PRoD, finishing on schedule this time and finished off the night with drinks and nibbles round at Alex and Sam's caravan.
Civilised standards maintained throughout.
Partly thanks to hard work by whoever does these things spreading straw and wood chip around, the gound on Sunday had dried out really nicely. We determined to have a day of full on shopping and music!
Fortified by a Clapham Carriage! - cocktail of the gods (or possibly the devil) - champagne, benlyn and a cocaine sprinkle we set off to see the Dresden Dolls in the John Peel Tent. They were astounding - over the top drumming and mad as a box of frogs piano hammering - Coin-Operated Boy, Half Jack and a stunning version of Amsterdam were the best bits.
Van Morrison on the Pyramid stage was flat and uninspiring – a grumpy outburst of some sort would have offered some welcome entertainment value. I hate to say it but Jules Holland does a better job of that big band soul stuff.
Brian Wilson on the other hand was magical. The sun shone, he did all the Beach Boys classics. He sounded nervous to start with but his voice soon warmed up and I got a real sense of an old man looking back on his youth, which added a sense of poignancy to the songs that wasn't there in the originals. Magical.
On to see Steve Earle in the Left Field tent. Some great songs and and some great rants – I hadn't realised what a good guitar player he was.
A quick break to buy a T Shirt with a picture of Che bearing the slogan “You can't have a revolution without songs” and then a full on blokes sing along with Billy Bragg. His love songs really are loads better than his political ones.
Buy the time we'd wandered back to base camp, topping up food and alcohol levels along the way, we were knackered. That mud really does sap the energy. So one last wander round the Dance Village and to bed.
Monday it took us 2 hours to get off site – that's half the time it took last year so maybe next time we'll do it in one. Another 2 hours to get to the M5. And another 5 hours to get home. Ah well, the funkwagen did us proud – got us there and back without a hitch and kept us warm and dry.
Finally I should mention our main suppliers of sustenance for the weekend, the Pieminister stall. So enamoured of their product were we that we had pies for breakfast, lunch and dinner, not to mention elevenses, afternoon tea and supper.
Roll on next year's piefest
illustrative pictures here
Getting on site was the easiest it's ever been. The backstage passes and a pass to allow the funkwagen on site helped, as did Shirl giving a peformance a Paxmanned politician would have been proud of – when asked “Do you have any glass bottles in the vehicle?”, “We know we are not supposed to bring glass bottles on site” came the reply. Ignoring the fact we had a bottle of gin, one of vodka, 2 of tomato juice etc ... (we did bring all the empties home with us though)
Driving across the site and into the backstage Dance Area gave me a real child-like thrill – I couldn't stop grinning for about half an hour. Simple things ...
We pitched camp, Shirl insisting we parked next to a huge silver airstream tour bus she fell in love with, and we started on the booze and then had a wander round taking in the atmosphere. Politicians keep banging on about “community” – they should come to Glasto. It amazes me how this fully formed “alternative” community springs from apparently nothing each year – the shops, the bars and most of all the people, all sorts of them all getting on and having a great time.
Thursday we did some more wandering in the beautiful sunny weather, checked out the BTCV and Shelter stalls as we have personal affiliations to both and, as luck would have it, they were side by side in the Green Fields.
We met up with other Urbanites at the Cider bus and had a good natter and managed not to drink too much. That cider really is vile!
We retired to the funkwagen. I'd been half joking with people all day when they remarked on how wonderful the weather was - “oooh wait til tomorrow, thunderstorms on the way”. Little did I know.
I woke early and heard a little rain. That's OK said Shirl “rain before seven, it'll be fine by eleven”. I dosed off and was vaguely aware that the rain seemed to be getting harder. And there was thunder and lightening. And more thunder and lightening. About 9.00ish Dubversion knocked on the door wanting to get something from the van. I stepped out of the van into the awning and about 3 inches of water. We were lucky. A couple of meters away tents were literally being washed away.
Some bloke emerged from his caravan around midday, oblivious to the meteorological events of the morning, towel over his arm and started towards where the showers had been before they were washed down stream... he seemed a little surprised.
The rain stopped and the waters started to recede and after cleaning up as best we could and topping up the alcohol levels we set off to see Elvis Costello. He was well worth wading through the mud for. Although he seemed to be doing some kind of extended blues work out when we arrived the rest of the set constisted of his older and best loved stuff – Olivers Army, I Can't Stand Up, and an encore that included Alison. Great stuff.
We had a marvelous time doing P.R.o.D. that night in the Speigel tent. The scheduled 2.30am finished got stretched to 4.30am and people danced so hard they broke the dance floor! Result! A personal experiment to recreate the original coca cola recipe seemed to work well. It was really good to see some PRoD regulars there and even better to get really positive comments from “newbies”, including one bloke who reckoned it was the best club he'd been to in his life ever! Maybe his mood was chemically enhanced slightly but it did rock.
By Saturday the mud had started to firm up a bit. We started to make our way over to the Avalon tent to see the Broken Family Band, passing the two and a half hour queue at the Millets stall for wellies!
We arrived a little way in to their set but from the first notes I heard I couldn't stop grinning. You've got to love songs with opening lines like “I want you to die with my hands round your throat” and “If you sleep in a whorehouse you're gonna get fucked”. Definitely my musical highlight of the festival, I just wish they'd had time for an encore.
We went and visited mellowmoose on the Palestinian olive oil stall – his co-workers seemed to have become accustomed to people asking which of them was called mellowmoose “we've never actually met, I know him off the internet ...”. I've still ended up without any olive oil though
A bit more shopping, a bit more eating, a bit more drinking and then back to the PROD camp for Pimms and a lot more drinking. Very civilised. While Shirl caught up on her beauty sleep I had a mooch round the dance “village”.
The Beat were ok but no where near as good as I remembered them being back in the dark days of Thatcher's Britain.
Nouvell Vague were good fun although the joke did wear a bit thin towards the end.
I really enjoyed the chillout area – nice visuals, interesting Arab influenced dance music and I managed to score some organic marzipan
The Thai reggae band whose name I forget but who I'd also seen at Bar Lorca were good – that percussionist is a star.
Another great night doing PRoD, finishing on schedule this time and finished off the night with drinks and nibbles round at Alex and Sam's caravan.
Civilised standards maintained throughout.
Partly thanks to hard work by whoever does these things spreading straw and wood chip around, the gound on Sunday had dried out really nicely. We determined to have a day of full on shopping and music!
Fortified by a Clapham Carriage! - cocktail of the gods (or possibly the devil) - champagne, benlyn and a cocaine sprinkle
we set off to see the Dresden Dolls in the John Peel Tent. They were astounding - over the top drumming and mad as a box of frogs piano hammering - Coin-Operated Boy, Half Jack and a stunning version of Amsterdam were the best bits. Van Morrison on the Pyramid stage was flat and uninspiring – a grumpy outburst of some sort would have offered some welcome entertainment value. I hate to say it but Jules Holland does a better job of that big band soul stuff.
Brian Wilson on the other hand was magical. The sun shone, he did all the Beach Boys classics. He sounded nervous to start with but his voice soon warmed up and I got a real sense of an old man looking back on his youth, which added a sense of poignancy to the songs that wasn't there in the originals. Magical.
On to see Steve Earle in the Left Field tent. Some great songs and and some great rants – I hadn't realised what a good guitar player he was.
A quick break to buy a T Shirt with a picture of Che bearing the slogan “You can't have a revolution without songs” and then a full on blokes sing along with Billy Bragg. His love songs really are loads better than his political ones.
Buy the time we'd wandered back to base camp, topping up food and alcohol levels along the way, we were knackered. That mud really does sap the energy. So one last wander round the Dance Village and to bed.
Monday it took us 2 hours to get off site – that's half the time it took last year so maybe next time we'll do it in one. Another 2 hours to get to the M5. And another 5 hours to get home. Ah well, the funkwagen did us proud – got us there and back without a hitch and kept us warm and dry.
Finally I should mention our main suppliers of sustenance for the weekend, the Pieminister stall. So enamoured of their product were we that we had pies for breakfast, lunch and dinner, not to mention elevenses, afternoon tea and supper.
Roll on next year's piefest
illustrative pictures here
scumbalina
Scummy Mummy
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"Tat session eh!! Stig introduced me to the joys .... we got two tents (different years) and an inflatable mattress (only slow punctured ) and a few other things .... 2002, 2003, 2004 .....
But we didn't bother this year cos we were swanning it innit ...
Sorry to miss your stall. I got your PM saying what and where it was, but I didn't read it til I got back "
That's cool....after the first day we were so sick of trying to apear coherant, what with all the crazy weather and beer, that all you'd have got out of us was a gurgle anyway. We spent the last day mainly arguing with fox hunters
. In the end we put up a sign charging a fiver for them to talk to us.
Aaah, the joys of tatting. This year we came away with more booze than we left with (it really was a tent full), 3 (count them - 3) burberry folding chairs (fit for a chav king), 3 pairs of army boots, a pair of converse, 2 coats, 4 straw hats (
), someones wallet complete with driving license (posted to them to ensure entry to heaven), some funky knee high skull & crossbones socks and countless other crap. I WIN!!!
"Tat session eh!! Stig introduced me to the joys .... we got two tents (different years) and an inflatable mattress (only slow punctured ) and a few other things .... 2002, 2003, 2004 .....
But we didn't bother this year cos we were swanning it innit ...
Sorry to miss your stall. I got your PM saying what and where it was, but I didn't read it til I got back "
That's cool....after the first day we were so sick of trying to apear coherant, what with all the crazy weather and beer, that all you'd have got out of us was a gurgle anyway. We spent the last day mainly arguing with fox hunters
. In the end we put up a sign charging a fiver for them to talk to us. Aaah, the joys of tatting. This year we came away with more booze than we left with (it really was a tent full), 3 (count them - 3) burberry folding chairs (fit for a chav king), 3 pairs of army boots, a pair of converse, 2 coats, 4 straw hats (
), someones wallet complete with driving license (posted to them to ensure entry to heaven), some funky knee high skull & crossbones socks and countless other crap. I WIN!!!
Top report Wolfie 
Will get round to doing mine soon ...
Will get round to doing mine soon ...
Wolfie said:I forgot to mention the Clapham Carriage! - cocktail of the gods (or possibly the devil) - champagne, benlyn and a cocaine sprinkle
I'll edit to make amends ...
You forgot to mention my trip to the long drop loos to rid myself of the said cocktail as it gurgled and festered inside me
Just looking down the drop did the trick
i just remembered i got my crap Main Stage gag in again:
confused youth: how do i get to the Main Stage?
me: practice
three years running now.
confused youth: how do i get to the Main Stage?
me: practice
three years running now.
bluestreak
HomosexualityIsStalin’sAtomBombtoDestroyAmerica
http://londoninflames.blogspot.com/
features my quick review of the event, including fonts to represent my state of minds as the festival goes on...
(bad) pictures to come...
features my quick review of the event, including fonts to represent my state of minds as the festival goes on...
(bad) pictures to come...
aqua
made of cheese and gin
Soreenkid said:
I love that picture
I had a good time this year.
Headed off from London at around 2pm with 9 people in my bus. Got there in blazing sunshine, very hot and bothered carrying all the gear to our usual camping spot up near the farmhouse in "Row Mead" (key benefits: on a hill, so no flooding - a benefit that we didn't fully appreciate til Friday morning, and within easy reach of the only decent bogs on the entire site).
Our group included my mate's 10 year old daughter Amber (who has been to Glasto the last 2 years) but who was going without Mum for the first time, so I was slightly concerned that we didn't all get too twatted at the same time to keep an eye out for her.
Wednesday evening: set up tents, gazebo, etc, then have nice BBQ for all 15 or so of us. Then, suitably fed and boozed, head off for a wander around the site. I love this time, the sense of excitement and anticipation is everywhere.
Ended up at the stone circle with about half the party. We all ended up carrying a sleeping Amber halfway across the site at around 5am. Good exercise!
Thursday can be summed up by the phrase "it all went pear (cider) shaped". That stuff goes down like fruit juice in the hot sun, and we spent the whole afternoon getting wasted and having fun. Thursday night ended at the Glade, where one of my kind friends took a pic of me "fully refreshed" on pear cider and various substances.
Woke up in my tent, unsure as to how I got back the previous night, to hear the sound of rain. Crawled out around 10 or 11am to find that Amber's little tent next to mine was full of water, and she was (unsurprisingly) not there.
I did not realise from our vantage point looking down towards the Pyramid stage, how bad the flooding was, until a while later when the others got up and we headed down to get food, and found ourselves walking through a fast-flowing but shallow "river" around the side of Pyramid. It being miserable and wet, and the music being delayed, we decided to head for the Leftfield tent which conveniently features a covered bar.
After suitable refreshment, go for a wander, see the end of the Undertones, spend the whole day chilling out, and don't go too mad after last night's excesses. Take Amber to the Kidz field and then to the dodgems and other entertainments, and meet up with other mates camping in other places. I always find that when you have friends camping in other parts of the site with other friends of theirs, its always a real mission to meet up with them. Watch the Killers later on and then head, to Dance field, not being a big White Stripes fan.
Saturday - more yomping through mud, go to see the Levellers in the Jazz field in the afternoon, who are really good and get the crowd dancing away. Later on, refreshed by more pear cider (over-refreshed in Cameron's case when he goes for the "long spit" after getting back to the tents, then watch New Order, then up to the Glade.
The whole group of us gradually arrive at the Glade bar, all absolutely spangled. Around 2am my phone rings, and a voice asks if I am looking after a child by the name of Amber. I reply yes and am about to say that she's sleeping back at the tents, and then realise that clearly she isn't or they wouldn't be phoning me!
So, long trek to the place that they take lost children. She had apparently woken up and gone for a wander round, she was fine but some steward thought she was a bit little to be on her own after dark, so popped her up to the farmhouse. Have you ever had to try to pretend to be a lot soberer than you are for fear of disapproval from others? Well....
Sunday! Wow, sunshine. Up earlyish, food, kids field, ghost train, dodgems (where you CAN drink and drive!) pear cider again, up to Glade for some mad music and more drugs with most of the gang, back to the tents for a bit, then Primal Scream and Basement Jaxx at the Pyramid. Basement Jaxx get everyone going and I'm glad we all ended up together watching this.
After last night, we don't let youngster out of our sight. Carry on chatting partying and drinking til 3am or so then call it a night given the drive back tomorrow.
Lazy Monday - I know that if you don't get up bloody early there's no point in getting to the cars til much later unless you enjoy queueing for hours. Manage to meet Dr Jazzz who I gave a lift to, and get to the bus for 5.30pm and STILL wait 2 hours to get out onto the road. Home for around 11.30pm, tired but happy.
All my pics are at:
Giles Glasto 2005 photos
Giles..
Headed off from London at around 2pm with 9 people in my bus. Got there in blazing sunshine, very hot and bothered carrying all the gear to our usual camping spot up near the farmhouse in "Row Mead" (key benefits: on a hill, so no flooding - a benefit that we didn't fully appreciate til Friday morning, and within easy reach of the only decent bogs on the entire site).
Our group included my mate's 10 year old daughter Amber (who has been to Glasto the last 2 years) but who was going without Mum for the first time, so I was slightly concerned that we didn't all get too twatted at the same time to keep an eye out for her.
Wednesday evening: set up tents, gazebo, etc, then have nice BBQ for all 15 or so of us. Then, suitably fed and boozed, head off for a wander around the site. I love this time, the sense of excitement and anticipation is everywhere.
Ended up at the stone circle with about half the party. We all ended up carrying a sleeping Amber halfway across the site at around 5am. Good exercise!
Thursday can be summed up by the phrase "it all went pear (cider) shaped". That stuff goes down like fruit juice in the hot sun, and we spent the whole afternoon getting wasted and having fun. Thursday night ended at the Glade, where one of my kind friends took a pic of me "fully refreshed" on pear cider and various substances.
Woke up in my tent, unsure as to how I got back the previous night, to hear the sound of rain. Crawled out around 10 or 11am to find that Amber's little tent next to mine was full of water, and she was (unsurprisingly) not there.
I did not realise from our vantage point looking down towards the Pyramid stage, how bad the flooding was, until a while later when the others got up and we headed down to get food, and found ourselves walking through a fast-flowing but shallow "river" around the side of Pyramid. It being miserable and wet, and the music being delayed, we decided to head for the Leftfield tent which conveniently features a covered bar.
After suitable refreshment, go for a wander, see the end of the Undertones, spend the whole day chilling out, and don't go too mad after last night's excesses. Take Amber to the Kidz field and then to the dodgems and other entertainments, and meet up with other mates camping in other places. I always find that when you have friends camping in other parts of the site with other friends of theirs, its always a real mission to meet up with them. Watch the Killers later on and then head, to Dance field, not being a big White Stripes fan.
Saturday - more yomping through mud, go to see the Levellers in the Jazz field in the afternoon, who are really good and get the crowd dancing away. Later on, refreshed by more pear cider (over-refreshed in Cameron's case when he goes for the "long spit" after getting back to the tents, then watch New Order, then up to the Glade.
The whole group of us gradually arrive at the Glade bar, all absolutely spangled. Around 2am my phone rings, and a voice asks if I am looking after a child by the name of Amber. I reply yes and am about to say that she's sleeping back at the tents, and then realise that clearly she isn't or they wouldn't be phoning me!
So, long trek to the place that they take lost children. She had apparently woken up and gone for a wander round, she was fine but some steward thought she was a bit little to be on her own after dark, so popped her up to the farmhouse. Have you ever had to try to pretend to be a lot soberer than you are for fear of disapproval from others? Well....
Sunday! Wow, sunshine. Up earlyish, food, kids field, ghost train, dodgems (where you CAN drink and drive!) pear cider again, up to Glade for some mad music and more drugs with most of the gang, back to the tents for a bit, then Primal Scream and Basement Jaxx at the Pyramid. Basement Jaxx get everyone going and I'm glad we all ended up together watching this.
After last night, we don't let youngster out of our sight. Carry on chatting partying and drinking til 3am or so then call it a night given the drive back tomorrow.
Lazy Monday - I know that if you don't get up bloody early there's no point in getting to the cars til much later unless you enjoy queueing for hours. Manage to meet Dr Jazzz who I gave a lift to, and get to the bus for 5.30pm and STILL wait 2 hours to get out onto the road. Home for around 11.30pm, tired but happy.
All my pics are at:
Giles Glasto 2005 photos
Giles..
editor
hiraethified
Right: I've finally added some of these reports to the Google-top-ranking Glastonbury section on urban75
I haven't included the really short reports, but if posters (the b?) would like to compile their posts into a longer report that would be great.
I've used some of your photos and linked back to the original sites.
I hope this is OK!
I haven't included the really short reports, but if posters (the b?) would like to compile their posts into a longer report that would be great.
I've used some of your photos and linked back to the original sites.
I hope this is OK!
Finally got mine finished!!
Well this year’s Glasto was a bit different from the norm for me for 2 reasons. Firstly we had a proper muddy one, which I’ve never really experienced before. And secondly it was the first time I’ve been to the festival as part of a largish group, having been joined by 7 local mates as a stag weekend for one of them. Snowy, the Groom, is one of the lads I first went to the Festival with in ‘99 and two of the others are veterans from the ‘80’s but the other 4 were complete Glastovirgins.
Wednesday
3 of us arrived bright and early enough on the Wednesday morning to be in Dragon Field a tad after 11 O’Clock, only to find that a new fire lane had been placed in the upper portion of the field and that there was already insufficient room at Camp Urban for our 3 large tents. So we dropped a little way down the hill and a full 3 & a half sweat filled & sunburnt hours later we had our 8, 6 and 5 man tents erected. Twice in the case of the 2 larger tents in order to avoid a large area where, despite our best efforts, getting a tent peg more than an inch into the ground proved a physical, peg-bending impossibility.
I was delighted to find that our near neighbours included my good mates Flip & Lisa & also Pip & Ste 123, from the TOS Boards whose gigantic gazebo offered some much welcomed shade. Plus of course the Urban Crew and several other friends were just a stones throw further up the field.
We did a second trip back to the car via the Tipi Field, The Brothers Bar & The Cider Bus and stopped off to say “hi” to Infoman & also at Mr Mohican’s stall to admire his excellent artwork. In the evening we spent several very pleasant hours back at the Bus, meeting up with friends old & new & waiting for 4 more of our crew to arrive, which they duly did at about 11pm. More Pear Cider was followed by a trip to the Stone Circle for bongo bashing around the fire pit and a weary stumble to bed just as the first glimmers of Thursday lit the sky.
Thursday
Another blisteringly hot day during which I severely over-indulged if the truth be told and have relatively little recollection of what actually happened. Certainly a considerable amount of cider was involved and a missing phone resulted in some friends from Barnsley coming back to camp for more drinks. I was best part of an hour late for the TOS meet in Jazzworld, which was pretty poor form as I was supposed to be organising it. I have very little memory of who I spoke to either there or at the simultaneous Mindless Banter meeting at the mixing tower. If it weren’t for photographic evidence I would hardly have believed I was there at all and so can only apologise to those I must have slurred at and expressed undying love for!
I do remember having the presence of mind to stumble up to Lost Vagueness at 10:30 to see The Bays, only to discover they had already done their set earlier than advertised and the Ballroom was now well & truly closed for the evening. So back to Jazzworld where I eventually bade farewell to those who were trekking off to Mr M’s stall for a party before shuffling back to camp for a beer & a chat with Woodland Maiden. I somehow ended up dancing my nuts off in the Lost Vagueness Diner until about 4am. Don’t ask me how or why!
Friday
And so the rain came, and it came, and it came. I was unfortunate enough to be camping in Devon last year during the Boscastle storm and that was more intense but I’ve never known a thunderstorm to go on for 5 hours! Boy Scout training ensured that we were camped on a slope with the door facing downhill but we still had a fair amount of water flowing under the tent and into the porch. Otherwise we got away with only a couple of minor leaks and managed to keep most of our bedding & clothing dry as a result.
During the storm the final member of our 8-man team arrived, without any waterproofs & drenched to the skin. So we waited for a break in the rain before making our way via a very soggy Theatre Field to Babylon. The amount of water that was now sloshing around the site meant that the power was off in a lot of places and so we had to get all the way down to Leftfield before we could find a bar that was open. Pints all round as the heavens opened again outside so we stayed put and enjoyed musical entertainment from Soul Park, followed by an unscheduled performance from Seize The Day, who I make a point of catching at least once every year at the festival.
Finally the rain relented so we trudged on through the rivers & thickening gloop toward the Pyramid. More beer was required so we trekked on to the Mandela Bar from where we could hear The Thrills performing on the main stage. Next up were The Zutons so we decided to brave the mud for a look at the band and promptly managed to lose 5 of the crew before we had barely moved 20 yards. The Zutons were excellent, playing a set almost entirely from their brilliant debut album. When they finished we headed back toward Mandela & I had a short power-kip on the only dry piece of grass I could find while the other guys went to bar & toilet respectively. Only one of them managed to find me again. And then there were 2….
Having already missed 2 of my Friday “must sees” due to the weather, the only other one I had on the list were The Egg in the Roots Tent at 4pm. So having waved goodbye to my sole remaining companion, who headed back to the car for his wellies, I made my one and only venture of the weekend into the new Dance Area. Surprise, surprise, The Egg had rescheduled their set for much later in the afternoon so I took the opportunity to pop next door for a quick chat with some friends in the rather confusing “Glastonbury Interactive” Tent.
Left to my own devices now, I gradually worked my way back towards camp via various stages. I popped into The Crown to see what the set up in there was like & to be honest it was quite impressive although there was a noticeable clash between the sound systems here & on the Other Stage. Music was courtesy of Grand National. At least that’s what the girl who proudly introduced herself as being the singer’s wife said they were called.
On to the Glade, which I have to say this year was absolutely wonderful & definitely back to it’s best after being severely over-crowded and under-decorated in recent years. I bumped into Flip & Lisa & danced like a loony while Sphongle played a lengthy set to a very appreciative audience. Then on again to Jazzworld where I listened to the last few numbers of Nigel Kennedy’s set. He was surprisingly good. I also popped my head into the Circus Tent on the way past & watched some bloke set his socks on fire while his female assistant swallowed a coathanger! I also caught the last couple of numbers from veteran bluesman Terry Reid in Avalon.
Back at the tent for some warmer clothes I could hear Alabama 3 launching into “Mao-Tse-Tung” so I headed back down to Jazzworld & enjoyed probably the best set I’ve ever seen them play, together with Pinchy, Nosehorn & several others from the TOS Boards. Then I decided to brave the muddy lake that was now the Other Stage Field for some Norwegian Techno courtesy of Royksopp where I was accosted by a pair of larger than life, Stetson wearing party animal cowgirls.
None of the Friday night headliners really took my fancy so I ended up back in Lost Vagueness where ballroom dancing was already in full swing, followed by a trapeze act. Then good old Father Flounder took to the Ballroom Stage and introduced our old friends Pronghorn for their familiar set of rampant cowpunk. I really wanted to go up to The Dance Area for P.R.O.D. in the Pussy Parlure Spiegeltent but just couldn’t face the trek through the mud again so I stayed put for the Tokyo Ska Paradise Orchestra who I watched until it got too hot in the Ballroom & then listened to outside with 5c0771e & Kazric & a certain webmaster with whom I maintained an uncomfortable silence. I think more bopping about in the Diner may have occurred before finding the rest of the crew all tucked up in bed.
Saturday
So having all ended up going our separate ways the previous day the Stag Party resolved to at least try staying together as a unit for much of Saturday and to a certain extent we succeeded. Entertainment for the day commenced in Avalon with the excellent Broken Family Band, of whom I had heard much in the way of rave reviews. In true Victor Kyam fashion I was so impressed I bought the CD.
During the Levellers’ Jazzworld set I indulged in a spot of fungal enlightenment and was well on the way to giggledom by the time they finished and so left it to the others to lead the charge for a while. Some had already headed off to the Pyramid to catch The Kaiser Chiefs set and we somehow managed to find them at the Cider Bus, via a still very flooded Bread & Roses bar, just as the band ploughed into their curtain call, “Oh My God!”. I stuck with the brothers Snow and arranged to meet the rest of the Crew later at The Crown while we headed into the crowd to see Ash, which was preceded by Sir Bob’s impassioned plea to the G8. Actually to be fair I spent most of Ash’s set perched on my stool & enjoying the light show on the inside of my eyelids but they sounded OK. I also found the quagmire in the urinals inexplicably hilarious.
Well this year’s Glasto was a bit different from the norm for me for 2 reasons. Firstly we had a proper muddy one, which I’ve never really experienced before. And secondly it was the first time I’ve been to the festival as part of a largish group, having been joined by 7 local mates as a stag weekend for one of them. Snowy, the Groom, is one of the lads I first went to the Festival with in ‘99 and two of the others are veterans from the ‘80’s but the other 4 were complete Glastovirgins.
Wednesday
3 of us arrived bright and early enough on the Wednesday morning to be in Dragon Field a tad after 11 O’Clock, only to find that a new fire lane had been placed in the upper portion of the field and that there was already insufficient room at Camp Urban for our 3 large tents. So we dropped a little way down the hill and a full 3 & a half sweat filled & sunburnt hours later we had our 8, 6 and 5 man tents erected. Twice in the case of the 2 larger tents in order to avoid a large area where, despite our best efforts, getting a tent peg more than an inch into the ground proved a physical, peg-bending impossibility.
I was delighted to find that our near neighbours included my good mates Flip & Lisa & also Pip & Ste 123, from the TOS Boards whose gigantic gazebo offered some much welcomed shade. Plus of course the Urban Crew and several other friends were just a stones throw further up the field.
We did a second trip back to the car via the Tipi Field, The Brothers Bar & The Cider Bus and stopped off to say “hi” to Infoman & also at Mr Mohican’s stall to admire his excellent artwork. In the evening we spent several very pleasant hours back at the Bus, meeting up with friends old & new & waiting for 4 more of our crew to arrive, which they duly did at about 11pm. More Pear Cider was followed by a trip to the Stone Circle for bongo bashing around the fire pit and a weary stumble to bed just as the first glimmers of Thursday lit the sky.
Thursday
Another blisteringly hot day during which I severely over-indulged if the truth be told and have relatively little recollection of what actually happened. Certainly a considerable amount of cider was involved and a missing phone resulted in some friends from Barnsley coming back to camp for more drinks. I was best part of an hour late for the TOS meet in Jazzworld, which was pretty poor form as I was supposed to be organising it. I have very little memory of who I spoke to either there or at the simultaneous Mindless Banter meeting at the mixing tower. If it weren’t for photographic evidence I would hardly have believed I was there at all and so can only apologise to those I must have slurred at and expressed undying love for!
I do remember having the presence of mind to stumble up to Lost Vagueness at 10:30 to see The Bays, only to discover they had already done their set earlier than advertised and the Ballroom was now well & truly closed for the evening. So back to Jazzworld where I eventually bade farewell to those who were trekking off to Mr M’s stall for a party before shuffling back to camp for a beer & a chat with Woodland Maiden. I somehow ended up dancing my nuts off in the Lost Vagueness Diner until about 4am. Don’t ask me how or why!
Friday
And so the rain came, and it came, and it came. I was unfortunate enough to be camping in Devon last year during the Boscastle storm and that was more intense but I’ve never known a thunderstorm to go on for 5 hours! Boy Scout training ensured that we were camped on a slope with the door facing downhill but we still had a fair amount of water flowing under the tent and into the porch. Otherwise we got away with only a couple of minor leaks and managed to keep most of our bedding & clothing dry as a result.
During the storm the final member of our 8-man team arrived, without any waterproofs & drenched to the skin. So we waited for a break in the rain before making our way via a very soggy Theatre Field to Babylon. The amount of water that was now sloshing around the site meant that the power was off in a lot of places and so we had to get all the way down to Leftfield before we could find a bar that was open. Pints all round as the heavens opened again outside so we stayed put and enjoyed musical entertainment from Soul Park, followed by an unscheduled performance from Seize The Day, who I make a point of catching at least once every year at the festival.
Finally the rain relented so we trudged on through the rivers & thickening gloop toward the Pyramid. More beer was required so we trekked on to the Mandela Bar from where we could hear The Thrills performing on the main stage. Next up were The Zutons so we decided to brave the mud for a look at the band and promptly managed to lose 5 of the crew before we had barely moved 20 yards. The Zutons were excellent, playing a set almost entirely from their brilliant debut album. When they finished we headed back toward Mandela & I had a short power-kip on the only dry piece of grass I could find while the other guys went to bar & toilet respectively. Only one of them managed to find me again. And then there were 2….
Having already missed 2 of my Friday “must sees” due to the weather, the only other one I had on the list were The Egg in the Roots Tent at 4pm. So having waved goodbye to my sole remaining companion, who headed back to the car for his wellies, I made my one and only venture of the weekend into the new Dance Area. Surprise, surprise, The Egg had rescheduled their set for much later in the afternoon so I took the opportunity to pop next door for a quick chat with some friends in the rather confusing “Glastonbury Interactive” Tent.
Left to my own devices now, I gradually worked my way back towards camp via various stages. I popped into The Crown to see what the set up in there was like & to be honest it was quite impressive although there was a noticeable clash between the sound systems here & on the Other Stage. Music was courtesy of Grand National. At least that’s what the girl who proudly introduced herself as being the singer’s wife said they were called.
On to the Glade, which I have to say this year was absolutely wonderful & definitely back to it’s best after being severely over-crowded and under-decorated in recent years. I bumped into Flip & Lisa & danced like a loony while Sphongle played a lengthy set to a very appreciative audience. Then on again to Jazzworld where I listened to the last few numbers of Nigel Kennedy’s set. He was surprisingly good. I also popped my head into the Circus Tent on the way past & watched some bloke set his socks on fire while his female assistant swallowed a coathanger! I also caught the last couple of numbers from veteran bluesman Terry Reid in Avalon.
Back at the tent for some warmer clothes I could hear Alabama 3 launching into “Mao-Tse-Tung” so I headed back down to Jazzworld & enjoyed probably the best set I’ve ever seen them play, together with Pinchy, Nosehorn & several others from the TOS Boards. Then I decided to brave the muddy lake that was now the Other Stage Field for some Norwegian Techno courtesy of Royksopp where I was accosted by a pair of larger than life, Stetson wearing party animal cowgirls.
None of the Friday night headliners really took my fancy so I ended up back in Lost Vagueness where ballroom dancing was already in full swing, followed by a trapeze act. Then good old Father Flounder took to the Ballroom Stage and introduced our old friends Pronghorn for their familiar set of rampant cowpunk. I really wanted to go up to The Dance Area for P.R.O.D. in the Pussy Parlure Spiegeltent but just couldn’t face the trek through the mud again so I stayed put for the Tokyo Ska Paradise Orchestra who I watched until it got too hot in the Ballroom & then listened to outside with 5c0771e & Kazric & a certain webmaster with whom I maintained an uncomfortable silence. I think more bopping about in the Diner may have occurred before finding the rest of the crew all tucked up in bed.
Saturday
So having all ended up going our separate ways the previous day the Stag Party resolved to at least try staying together as a unit for much of Saturday and to a certain extent we succeeded. Entertainment for the day commenced in Avalon with the excellent Broken Family Band, of whom I had heard much in the way of rave reviews. In true Victor Kyam fashion I was so impressed I bought the CD.
During the Levellers’ Jazzworld set I indulged in a spot of fungal enlightenment and was well on the way to giggledom by the time they finished and so left it to the others to lead the charge for a while. Some had already headed off to the Pyramid to catch The Kaiser Chiefs set and we somehow managed to find them at the Cider Bus, via a still very flooded Bread & Roses bar, just as the band ploughed into their curtain call, “Oh My God!”. I stuck with the brothers Snow and arranged to meet the rest of the Crew later at The Crown while we headed into the crowd to see Ash, which was preceded by Sir Bob’s impassioned plea to the G8. Actually to be fair I spent most of Ash’s set perched on my stool & enjoying the light show on the inside of my eyelids but they sounded OK. I also found the quagmire in the urinals inexplicably hilarious.
part 2
Back on planet Earth we managed to make our rendezvous at the Crown & settled down to watch Echo & The Bunnymen on The Other Stage while the female mud wrestlers made fools of themselves. So I promptly managed to fall off my stool & ended up on all fours in 6 inches of mud. I’m such an attention seeker!
At the Glade we met up with the Barnsleyites again and the texted pleas from Aqua & Moose over how much they were missing “Uncle Tort” became too heart rending to bear so I cut loose together with Barnsley’s finest for the little patch at the side of the Avalon Tent that Urban 75 had made their own. Some mental Bluegrass/Metal crossover from Hayseed Dixie ensued, followed by a good old singalong with The Proclaimers.
Baaba Maal on Jazzworld proved to be an excellent choice over Coldplay who seem to have had mixed reviews. The evening was balmy enough for T Shirts & Shorts until the early hours and once Baaba had finished his set we sat outside The Ballroom while Hayseed Dixie played their third performance of the day. I wished the Mooses fond farewell & headed for home but was waylaid by the repetitive beats of the unofficial rave tent at the bottom of Dragon Field. A very pointy William appeared and we danced until the spoilsports in authority shut the system down.
Sunday
A quick flick through Sunday’s line up decreed that I’d be sticking to the higher ground of Jazzworld & Avalon for most of the day & wouldn’t need to worry about how the main arenas were bearing up. The sun shone and Ska Cubano mixed with pear cider lifted the spirits no end.
After they had finished nobody could make a decision as to what to do next other than we had to make a decision!! I quickly got a little fed up with this and strolled off to join the Urbanites for my second helping of Seize The Day in Avalon.
Now free of the shackles of those who wanted to spend most of their time at the Pyramid, and with a clear blue sky overhead, I spent a couple of hours wandering the Greenfields and snapping off plenty of photos. I caught a bit of a guy called Steve who juggled with three balls and one (prosthetic) hand and stuffed flaming torches down his trouser legs. He also got the audience to cheer wildly at an empty stage to the bemusement of passers by. You had to be there….
In the Tadpole Stage I discovered a group of people setting up an amazing array of gongs & other instruments. They turned out to be students from the Royal College Of Music who were giving a performance of Javanese Gamalan music and a very soothing half an hour was spent listening to their enchanting sounds.
I had a bit of a wander around the Permaculture Area then through the (rather soggy) Tunnel into the Greenpeace Field before returning to Jazzworld for Oojami. These guys were definitely one of the finds of the festival. Real up & at ‘em dance music with an Arabian tinge and two drop dead gorgeous belly dancers. I’m looking forward to seeing more of them elsewhere on the festival circuit this summer.
So then it was back to Avalon for personal favourites Baka Beyond who were as uplifting and danceable as ever and were followed by The Baghdaddies for yet more general jumping-about-tomfoolery. My decrepit knees would pay for this in the morning!
I took the short walk back to Jazzworld for the last 3 acts of the festival on that stage. Zap Mama were a lot more earthy than I remember from their previous performance at WOMAD and all the better for it. The Wailers needed no introduction and tested the greatly improved Jazzworld sound system to the full. And finally Femi Kuti had all the forty-somethings dancing round the flagpoles as the sun went down and the fireworks lit up the night sky. We all hatched plans to buy a big house in the middle of nowhere with flags in the garden and loud African music playing all night so we never have to grow up.
Not ready to lay Glasto 2005 to rest just yet a few of us wandered around the Greenfields and stumbled across Aussie technoheads Loonaloop doing their didj enhanced stuff. More dancing ensued after which a comatose William had to be man-handled back to camp. A final wander down to Lost Vagueness for some Indian gentlemen who may or may not have been The 40 Thieves Orchestra and I was just about ready for bed having outlasted all of my companions for the fifth consecutive night. Bloody lightweights!
Monday
Glasto 2005 may be remembered for the rain & mud but the fact of the matter was that in 6 days we had 5 hours of rain and 4 whole days of blindingly hot weather.
I felt rough! Whether it was all that cider catching up with me or a slightly dodgy chicken curry the night before, I’m not sure but I was really struggling with waves of nausea for most of the day and was starting to get a little concerned as to whether I would be able to cope with a 200+ mile drive home.
I did a bit of shopping for a few oddities to take back to the Tort Tribe & did another tour around the Greenfields, bumping into Shannon of Seize The Day for a quick chat en-route. One of the lads had to be home for work on the Monday evening, the fool, and so those parked in the eastern car parks braved the traffic and headed for home at around lunchtime. The 2 of us who were left slowly struck the last 2 tents, packed our gear onto the trolley and slogged our way down the railway track to the Western Car Parks. Traffic was at a standstill & according to the stewards hadn’t moved for 7 hours! So we prepared for a long wait but were pleasantly surprised to see within a very short space of time things starting to move and we were on the road & heading homeward for a hot bath and copious popping of blisters by 6:30.
...and here's the photographic version once again.
Back on planet Earth we managed to make our rendezvous at the Crown & settled down to watch Echo & The Bunnymen on The Other Stage while the female mud wrestlers made fools of themselves. So I promptly managed to fall off my stool & ended up on all fours in 6 inches of mud. I’m such an attention seeker!
At the Glade we met up with the Barnsleyites again and the texted pleas from Aqua & Moose over how much they were missing “Uncle Tort” became too heart rending to bear so I cut loose together with Barnsley’s finest for the little patch at the side of the Avalon Tent that Urban 75 had made their own. Some mental Bluegrass/Metal crossover from Hayseed Dixie ensued, followed by a good old singalong with The Proclaimers.
Baaba Maal on Jazzworld proved to be an excellent choice over Coldplay who seem to have had mixed reviews. The evening was balmy enough for T Shirts & Shorts until the early hours and once Baaba had finished his set we sat outside The Ballroom while Hayseed Dixie played their third performance of the day. I wished the Mooses fond farewell & headed for home but was waylaid by the repetitive beats of the unofficial rave tent at the bottom of Dragon Field. A very pointy William appeared and we danced until the spoilsports in authority shut the system down.
Sunday
A quick flick through Sunday’s line up decreed that I’d be sticking to the higher ground of Jazzworld & Avalon for most of the day & wouldn’t need to worry about how the main arenas were bearing up. The sun shone and Ska Cubano mixed with pear cider lifted the spirits no end.
After they had finished nobody could make a decision as to what to do next other than we had to make a decision!! I quickly got a little fed up with this and strolled off to join the Urbanites for my second helping of Seize The Day in Avalon.
Now free of the shackles of those who wanted to spend most of their time at the Pyramid, and with a clear blue sky overhead, I spent a couple of hours wandering the Greenfields and snapping off plenty of photos. I caught a bit of a guy called Steve who juggled with three balls and one (prosthetic) hand and stuffed flaming torches down his trouser legs. He also got the audience to cheer wildly at an empty stage to the bemusement of passers by. You had to be there….
In the Tadpole Stage I discovered a group of people setting up an amazing array of gongs & other instruments. They turned out to be students from the Royal College Of Music who were giving a performance of Javanese Gamalan music and a very soothing half an hour was spent listening to their enchanting sounds.
I had a bit of a wander around the Permaculture Area then through the (rather soggy) Tunnel into the Greenpeace Field before returning to Jazzworld for Oojami. These guys were definitely one of the finds of the festival. Real up & at ‘em dance music with an Arabian tinge and two drop dead gorgeous belly dancers. I’m looking forward to seeing more of them elsewhere on the festival circuit this summer.
So then it was back to Avalon for personal favourites Baka Beyond who were as uplifting and danceable as ever and were followed by The Baghdaddies for yet more general jumping-about-tomfoolery. My decrepit knees would pay for this in the morning!
I took the short walk back to Jazzworld for the last 3 acts of the festival on that stage. Zap Mama were a lot more earthy than I remember from their previous performance at WOMAD and all the better for it. The Wailers needed no introduction and tested the greatly improved Jazzworld sound system to the full. And finally Femi Kuti had all the forty-somethings dancing round the flagpoles as the sun went down and the fireworks lit up the night sky. We all hatched plans to buy a big house in the middle of nowhere with flags in the garden and loud African music playing all night so we never have to grow up.
Not ready to lay Glasto 2005 to rest just yet a few of us wandered around the Greenfields and stumbled across Aussie technoheads Loonaloop doing their didj enhanced stuff. More dancing ensued after which a comatose William had to be man-handled back to camp. A final wander down to Lost Vagueness for some Indian gentlemen who may or may not have been The 40 Thieves Orchestra and I was just about ready for bed having outlasted all of my companions for the fifth consecutive night. Bloody lightweights!
Monday
Glasto 2005 may be remembered for the rain & mud but the fact of the matter was that in 6 days we had 5 hours of rain and 4 whole days of blindingly hot weather.
I felt rough! Whether it was all that cider catching up with me or a slightly dodgy chicken curry the night before, I’m not sure but I was really struggling with waves of nausea for most of the day and was starting to get a little concerned as to whether I would be able to cope with a 200+ mile drive home.
I did a bit of shopping for a few oddities to take back to the Tort Tribe & did another tour around the Greenfields, bumping into Shannon of Seize The Day for a quick chat en-route. One of the lads had to be home for work on the Monday evening, the fool, and so those parked in the eastern car parks braved the traffic and headed for home at around lunchtime. The 2 of us who were left slowly struck the last 2 tents, packed our gear onto the trolley and slogged our way down the railway track to the Western Car Parks. Traffic was at a standstill & according to the stewards hadn’t moved for 7 hours! So we prepared for a long wait but were pleasantly surprised to see within a very short space of time things starting to move and we were on the road & heading homeward for a hot bath and copious popping of blisters by 6:30.
...and here's the photographic version once again.
pennimania
still dre and drooling
I haven't had time to do mine yet and I am in a poxy internet cafe right now cos I am in Kefalonia.
Back next week - will do it then.
Is that ok boss?
Back next week - will do it then.
Is that ok boss?
wiskey
Albatross Admirer
finally my pictures are up - almost entirely untweaked or un photoshopped and not quite in the right order but here you go
wiskeys glasto pics 2005
wiskers
wiskeys glasto pics 2005
wiskers
