Glastonbury Festival is truly the best fucking place on earth.
I just got back from 11 days at the festival. I arrived 5 days before glasto was opened to the public to work with a wonderful group of people. We built a structure called the Tin Village that served as a Pizza cafe/general hang out for everyone at the Festival. We even built a clay pizza oven in the shape of a giant scary fish.
Reasons why this years Festival was AMAZING:
It was incredibly hot and didn't rain once. I am WICKED tanned.
I got to go FOR FREE and only had to hide in a ditch for 2 and a half hours to avoid security.
Every person I met and/or worked with was so nice and funny and talented and generally fantastic. We only lived together for a few weeks, but I genuinely love all of them. Making things with a person is the best way to fall in love with them, n'est pas?
MUSIC! I got to see Bonubo, Snoop Dogg, Rusko, Dizzee Rascal, Gorrillaz, The xx, Devendra Banhart, The Dead Weather, Muse, Thom Yorke, MGMT, We Are Scientists, Toots and the Maytals, Stevie Wonder and many more bands I forgot the names of, plus a shit load of random awesome Djs, not to mention dancing my FACE off in Arcadia, Shangri-la and Trash City.
There were some less than awesome things that occurred as well, but they only provided me with more festy memories.
I lost my Iphone. Again.
I dropped my bag in the toilet. And I fished it out with my bare hands.
Because I dropped my bag in the toilet, I lost my 2 cameras, all my film and all the photos I had taken so far, my house keys and my oyster card. However, this story made me famous and most people I met had already heard of me and my poo bag.
I may now have a state-sponsored Noz addiction. Man, British people really love their balloons.
