Festival memory - and not a pretty one. Glastonbury 98, a total wash out. This was before the festival became too hige, and there was only one dance tent (believe it's a dance village now, catering for all styles/sub-genres). Having seen Fat Boy Slim and Chemical Brothers the previous night, thought we'd head back in to catch another act the following night, and wondered why the tent appeared to be so quiet.......Now, previous night had been like dancing in thick soup, up to our knees in mud - this had obviously come to the attention of the organisers, who had the bright idea of getting the machine that sucks up the **** from the toilets in to clear the mud from the tent whilst it was quiet.....don't know who the operator was, but I'm guessing after he hit reverse on the machine and sprayed the entire tent in human **** that he didn't have a job for much longer....needless to say the dance tent was given a wide bearth by all but the most eccied up dance nuts for the remainder of the weekend!