First festival at fifty one...?
A weekend of steroids, sparkles and Sri Lankan street food
It’s been a long time coming…
About thirty years ago I got my paws on Glastonbury tickets, but even then, in my carefree early twenties, my anxiety went through the roof as the date approached. If I’m honest I think it was probably more my ‘can’t be arsed’ness than anxiety back then; anyway a couple of days prior, my bestie and I decided to bin our ticke…