I am battered, exhausted, grotty, but yet still absolutely on top of the world that I was lucky enough to be at Glastonbury Festival 2017.
For anyone attending in their 30s, especially those in a stable relationship, there comes a time when going to these festivals with your friends becomes an increasingly reflective time. Specifically, there is an impending thought that this could well have been my last attendance for a while. The festival won’t be held next year, whilst there is a rumour circulating that the subsequent one will be held away from the site. That takes us to 2020 before the next one. Who knows where I will be by then, and who knows where my friends will be too.
As a result, I was determined to make the most out of it and pack as much in as possible whilst not destroying my body.
I wrote about each of the days in posts at the end of each day, which can be found below:
Day One – Arrival, Pitching, Fireworks Sleeping
Day Two – Prince Achmed, Quiz, Napalm Death, Everything Everything
Day Three – The Pretenders, Glass Animals, Elbow, Radiohead
Day Four – Thundercat, Jeremy Corbyn, Foo Fighters, The National
Day Five – Ed Sheeran, Goldfrapp, Barry Gibb, Chic
I also posted short reviews of three acts I enjoyed that coincided with a bit of time to make notes:
First Aid Kit
Radiohead
Laura Marling
Goldfrapp
Other highlights included a trip around the circus and theatre field (who knew man could juggle five ping pong balls without using hands or feet?), a Pilton Palais for some cinematic refuge, some fantastic food, the world’s smallest nightclub and endless other bizarre surprises I saw whilst walking around.
The most important thing is to make sure you spend it with close friend and family. I had a great bunch with me this year and managed to meet up with some friends I’d lost touch with over the years. The magic of Glastonbury never ceases to amaze me.
Cinema, etc. 