Like getting conscripted to fight in the trenches plus music and beer. Just a gruelling ordeal… miserable, exhausted, wet, uncomfortable and very likely in physical pain. I had huge open sores on my feet and it was all I could do to just give up, lie down in the mud and start sobbing uncontrollably by the end of it.
Obviously, being 18, I felt I’d had the definitive Glastonbury experience and went home happy nonetheless.