Rumour going around that Katy Perry kissed several bats in a desperate attempt to prevent Taylor Swift headlining Glasto
****s sake. My favourite type of xenophobia is casual. Gonna go to my Dutch mates house and lob some clogs at him. Then share a smoke, obvs.
Glastonbury went from being hippie ****e to dance trippy ****e to dreary ballad ****e. It’s no great miss
Was pretty good in 1979. My main memory is heading off on the first day with a bottle of tequila in hand, trying to find some acid. Tripped over about 40 guy ropes trying to find my way back to my tent. Didn't find any acid. John Martyn headlined, but he was having a bad night, kept throwing a moody with the sound guys. Stonehenge was better - better drugs, better crowd, and Hawkwind.