Thursday last week was horrendous, I felt sick on and off all day, couldn't eat anything at all after lunch break (which being me says a lot). Work was as busy as ever, I was tired and one of the patients was so rude she made me cry. I came home, several messages to have me call Dave from Zazu's kitchen urgently. He had organised for me to get in to Glastonbury and needed to know whether or not I wanted to go. Feeling like going to bed and never waking up, I had to tell him that at present I couldn't go, but I might feel better in the morning. Hung up and had my second sad moment of the day. Headed to bed without anything to eat, woke up at 5 o'clock still feeling awful. I called in sick for the day and went back to sleep. Woke up later, had some breakfast and some more rest. Felt much better and let Dave know I was ready to head to Glastonbury. Composed a festival tune on my guitar to set my mood right. I was going to get smuggled in to Glastonbury, one of the biggest music festivals in the world, so popular that all tickets sell out in one day.
Dave and the Yellow Bus
Saturday, after travelling down in Dave's yellow former school bus, I was set up with some other people and together we were brought into Glastonbury by some corrupted security guards for a higher quantity of money. It was quite an experience, we all composed some fake wrist bands to keep us safe during the weekend and went off to enjoy music, food, and spectacular compositions. I hung out with Dave and Vicky, two absolutely crazy hippies. There's no way to explain all the crazy, spectacular things that are to be seen and experienced at Glastonbury. They have so many fields and so many tents and scenes there's no way you can see it all. My two days there were so full of unimaginable impressions I still havn't been able to work it through. I've been jumping among the crowds watching Muse play, I have enjoyed Stevie Wonder live next to a happy hippie shouting how much he loved the legend, I watched a rubbish England play Germany together with a sea of upset Englishmen, I had a sauna together with a bunch of naked hippies, I was up for 24 hours, spending the night in a tipi tent eating pancakes around a burning fire while listening to a man skillfully playing the harmonica. At 5 o'clock Sunday morning me and Dave hitched into the village of Glastonbury and Dave drove us back to Bristol in the yellow bus. Back home I had a well needed shower and went straight to bed. And then I slept.
All Love
