Gosh! Where to start? I saw very few bands, although did catch a few I wanted to see (The Who, Bjork, Pipettes, Water Boys, and caught fractions of the sets of many others!) but what I saw was good. But it's the magical other strangenesses that make Glastonbury wonderful, even when it's all mud. Cafes serving hot spicy chai with lovely velvet seating! Random tipis with strange antiquarian societies trying to initiate you into srange cults! Fire breathing steam-punk robots! Aliens sprinking cosmic dust and welcoming visitors into their crashed spacecraft! Fake 70s gaybar handing out false moustaches at the entrance! Sexy lesbian fire-juggling performers! Speed chainsaw carving competitions! The human jukebox caravan! One-man starwars! Oh, and Bill Bailey calling us all mud-monkeys!
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2007-07-03 01:58 pm (UTC)