So after the first night of light drinking, I woke up in our aptly named tent 'the black pearl' fully clothed. I was sweating more than an 80's radio dj whenever they heard the doorbell. As the tent was black, it was toasty to say the least and this was at 9am. Also, just to add a quick point, 2 man tents are not suitable for 2 men. A) They aren't long enough, B) they aren't wide enough. (Can you tell its nearly been a week so my post-Glasto stress has kicked in). Anyway, I digress, I crawled out of my pearl to see some sprightly Kiwi's and an Aussie, all sitting in chairs (that weren't yet broken). On Wednesday myself and Martin both broke a chair each, easily done when your nickname is G-Lo in my case and Martins is Clive as he is clumsy.
I went for the usual trip to the long drops. Not upto their usual day 1 standards, the poo was building up, like the shittest game of jenga ever. I came back to my homemade porridge on the stove, a nice cuppa and a discussion about the day ahead. We all decided to explore more as we had a lot to see. The sun was shining but a storm brewed in the distance. We took a bag so we could chill near the flags and sup cider. This ended badly as halfway down we lost 2 cans after Clive dropped the bag, I now smelt of stale Cider, a sign of things to come. We all bought some decorative flowers for our heads and walked round. We got Water Aid charity people bugging us but we aided them by fake signing a petition as Peter File. Amused ourselves with pringles lids. My favourite shop had an extremely creative name 'SOCKS', I wonder what it sold. We went to go and do some Yoga, wasted time by playing guess that tune. My rendition of 'Rule the World' by Take That wasn't too popular. We missed the Yoga but we saw other shit (including a group of stag do scousers, the most annoying type of stag do's, all in their Liverpool kits, pricks). It started to rain so we headed back to camp.
What do you do when it starts to rain at a festival? Get pissed, correct. So we all chilled in the big tent getting drunk. Me and Martin cleaned a whole crate out in a few hours. The piss was flowing (as was the tent with excess muddy water). We played 'On the Bus', 'Ring of Fire' and 'Red or Black'. It was a right laugh. Soon we all got cravings for food, some heroes braved the weather to get burgers for everyone. The rain eased about 8pm, after a new arrival in the group. After more drinking and less memory we decided to head out in the rain.
We went wandering round, look at a fire, got excited by some steps, then we stumbled into Shangra-La. This is when we were like, 'what the fuk is going on'. We headed to a stage where it looked like about 20 men and women were dressed in all sorts of fancy dress and face paints but they were 'singing' and the crowd was loving it. We were tipsy so we got involved. We found out it was 'Beans on Toast', him/they were quality. We bounced, danced, jumped, drummed through the set. Then we went into 'Anus Close', thats right 'Anus Close'. It was this weird shit with loads of sex related tunnels. We had a cinnamon and lemon tequila, danced and then got talking to a transsexual nurse. This nurse wanted us to 'go into a room and have medical things done to us'. No ta. We went outside to see a girl had fell for this. It was basically a gay guy, a tranny and a girl doing weird shit to each other.
We went and danced at a bar called 'Red something'. It was like an open air theatre dance room. It was quality. After that we walked to the 'stones' and to see the other side of the park. This was a long walk but it was good to see the other parts. We thought twice about going into the 'Rabbit Hole' and walked back. I can't really remember but I am sure I got some food, maybe a Greek Chicken which I disliked so I then bought a Hog Roast. We went back had a big fire, chilled, got drunk. Day 2 was a good day, could it get better?
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