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Improbably, here’s a double bill of questions about Glastonbury. The first is from Cara from Somerset:
I live in Somerset and as you may or may not know, EVERYONE in Somerset goes to Glastonbury festival in the summer. I have been every year for free. This year I hope to go for free again. I have a friend whose dad has loads of friends who work at festivals so they go to loads of festivals every year for free.
This year she has said, “Oh yeah, don’t worry, I’ll get you in for free,” which is nice. But she is a bit untrustworthy, when she says she will do something, I don’t know if she will do it. Also she seems to be less and less certain, saying to me that I “have to think positive”.
So answer me this: shall I try to get a resale ticket and spend a massive 200 quid (I earn £3 an hour) or should I put faith in my friend and risk not going????
Are there no other freeloader options you can explore? Eg: contacting your friend’s dad directly; contacting whoever got you in for free in previous years; volunteering for one of the charities that operates there; working for the festival itself?
If you’ve exhausted all those options, ask yourself whether it’s really work 66.7 of your working hours (more when you calculate your net income) for a long weekend that will be not that dissimilar to all the previous Glastonburys.
If your friend doesn’t come through in the end, stage your own Glastonbury at home: don’t wash for five days, fill your shoes with mud, smoke a dried dock leaf that someone sold to you under the pretense it was weed. At bedtime, put some trance music on really loudly in the next room, then make sure that every 40 minutes someone wakes you up by shouting and falling over your bed.
Joseph from Seattle writes about the other facet of Glastonbury’s fame:
I’m reading ‘The Idylls of the King’ (pronounced “idles” over here) and Sir Percival tells that Joseph of Arimathea took the holy grail to Glastonbury after the death of Christ.
I’ve never been to Glastonbury so, answer me this: can you imagine one of the most sacred relics of the Christian mythology being in Glastonbury?
Sure – it’s probably tucked away behind one of the shops selling tie dye and Wiccan paraphernalia.
By the way, if you want to know what happened when we went to Glastonbury, watch here: