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More Roving
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Later on in the day the cherry on the cake arrives, I am informed that Vincent and Richard (the Protest Naked er... protestors) have been sighted with their tackle out. Fantastic news indeed. Vincent's 'meathead' security guards (his words, not mine) have obviously not yet caught up with this news. They have now.
Later on I give Moby's set on the other stage a crack. I've just been informed that my wife is 'By the right speaker stack and about 30 yards back'. Anybody familiar with large-scale events such as this (ie most of you) will know that this is Never Gonna Happen. And I should know too, but it still didn' t stop me trying. I can only describe trying to negotiate a crowd that dense as like trying to force your way through concrete. In the end I give up and leave but I still manage to catch Porcelain, which melts my heart and turns me into lump of sticky chewing gum for a few moments and as I am exiting that old favourite Go is given a thorough beating. Hmmm, perhaps I can find the time to 'stack a few shelves' or do the old 'big fish, little fish' lark for old time's sake.
As I pass the Pyramid Stage, Macy Gray is performing I Try, I'm managing to catch them all today. But this is not my destination. No, I want to go and see The Waterboys play the Acoustic Tent. I need a calmer place to sit, relax and perhaps whip the old laptop out and do some work. The band have gone through several line-up changes over the years and are tonight refusing to hark back to the past, instead preferring to play us 'a new chapter' of their finest material. Backstage I sit on the ground, blissfully happy, with my laptop and a beer in front of me typing up my copy. What a cool day.
Another reason to be cheerful is that the site has nearly completely dried out. Yesterday I had to wear my wellies for a while and got a bit glum over it. Well, today you can sit down on the floor with your bestest chums and witter on about all sorts of things like tent pegs and the full-on floor show in the Dance Tent provided by an eager young lady and her (I assume) boyfriend. 'Stop me if you think I'm being disgusting,' she tells my friends, to which I think they replied 'hnng!'
I finally meander through to The Glade to see what the fuss is about. The Glade is another new addition the Glastonbury's extensive list of features and attractions, an arena set in the wooded area in the corner of the Other Stage field near the old railway track. I can best describe it as Ibiza's Caf� del Mar without the sunset, chairs and tables. Nicely chilled with backdrops, graffiti, lasers and lighting with an overall ambient feel to it. Or at least it was tonight as no music was being played there. I'd like to see it in action, perhaps tomorrow I'll have some photos for it.
When I arrive back at my camp two of my friends are sitting by the fire with about 20 faces I have never seen before making themselves very comfortable around our camp. My friends' faces say 'Do you know these people?'. My face says 'I'm going to bed.' And that's where it ends for the day. When I get up the following morning I even discover that they haven't stolen anything at all. It just gets better and better. Now where was the whinge in that?
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