I've yet to go to the Glastonbury Festival but it seems traditional due to the changeable British Weather to experience a good down pour (well terrential flooding of the all mighty god kind) and getting on down with the glorious mud, still keeping a smile on your face, whilst dragging your tent out of the drink.
A lightening bolt hit one of the sound stage masts, cancelling 3 acts already.
Here's to music loving wellie wearers everywhere!
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I remember being very pleased that my dad made me take my wellington boots to Reading festival '92. Fashion sense went out the window when the rain turned the field into a mud bath.
Also my friend Nat negleted to tell me that the 2 man tent she bought was a kids playtent that leaked and fell down on the first night.
I'm gonna do Glastonbury one day!
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