Seeing this picture of Glastonbury this year brought back some vivid memories. In 1992, much to my disappointment, my friend Shep won two tickets to the Reading Festival. We’d been the year before and it had all been a bit too much of an experience for my 16-year-old brain. We had erected our tent bang in the middle of a riot zone; we saw our first freaks, we discovered that camping sucks and we almost drove each other insane.

I really didn’t want to go, but Shep has a way of persuading me to do things I can’t be bothered to do. Sometimes for the best, sometimes not.

On day two I woke up at 6AM and thought I might have peed my pants. I knew whatever had happened was bad but didn’t want to move, as that would confirm the inevitable. I led immobile for a while. Soon I started shivering so I thought I’d better investigate. When I moved I realized the whole lower half of my body was saturated. I had gone to sleep in my jeans and we’d had a flood. The tent was pitched at an angle so all the water was under me. Shep was dry as a bone. I was so devastated by the situation I started bleating like a toddler. SHEP, SHEEEPPPPP, I’M WET, WAKE UP, I’M WET, SHEEEEPPPP… (you bloody brought me here, wake up!) After a few minutes bitching Shep leaned up, opened the tent door, cupped his hands and limply flung drabs of water out of the door. I was close to tears.

We eventually got up and head towards Reading town center, not sure what we were looking for. I walked scarecrow fashion, quivering like a jelly. Shep, worried I was going to lose my mind, comforted me as we walked. It was bitter cold and every time my jeans touched my legs I let out a little yelp. Eventually we found a Midland bank with a heated foyer. We went inside and I slumped on the floor pressing my legs up against a hot radiator. It was pure bliss.

[Next year Shep got his comeuppance. On the first night of Glastonbury 1993 we were burgled whilst we were out watching a band. They took Sheps rucksack, all his clothes, even his socks and undies. They left me all my stuff including my valuable electronic hardware. Shep had one pair of undies and 3 days before he was going home. Oh dear.]

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  1. And what were the words of comfort you offered me at Glastonbury?

    “I’m glad that happened to you and not me”.

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