The Glastonbury Entry – Day 1
oooh Twirly! Twirly.jpg Day 1 – Thursday The 5 hour trip from HELL!
Ok, lets see, Day 1, what happened exactly that is worth telling on day one? Ho yeah, my 5 AND A HALF HOUR JOURNEY FROM HELL!
Lets review:
Right, I popped down at Steve place at about 2, steve being the TOTALLY AWESOME COOL GUY WITH PIERCINGS EVERYWHERE THAT MAKES ME GO WHOHOO.. only today, when he came straight from work, he was in his work clothes of a well ironed black shirt and trousers. And I discovered that I may possibly have a smart look fetish because I thought he looked rather good in them. Of course, such feelings were easily waved away, and he let me into his rather cool flat for an hour while he went and finished off what he was doing at work. Chilled out watching TV till he got back, then he changed ((:’()) and we stacked up things in the car and left FOR GLASTONBURY! WHOHOO!
Leaving at about 3:30, we thought ‘man, we’re going to miss all the traffic now, we will be fine, we’ll get there in no time whatsoever, we totally rock the house..” of course, steve did not realise that he was travelling with Lloyd, the biggest magnet for travelling fuckups, as it became apparent when we got to junction 7 on the m4.
Now, we had JUST entered junction 7, and could still see the exit behind us, when we became stuck in a rather tight traffic jam. We, listening to virgin radio, thought it would clear in just a few seconds as they had not announced anything about accidents on the m4.. until we realised Virgin Radio was only talking about central London traffic… a which switch to BBC Berkshire later told us that junction’s 8 and 9 had been closed thanks to not one, not two, but THREE traffic accidents. And so we had to spend 2 and a half hours stuck between junctions 7 and 8 waiting to get to the next exit. LOVELY.
To make it worse, thedude called us to tell is what a lovely time they were having on the M3, and how they were nearly there. Bastards.
So after one HELL of a jam, we finally took a longer route through some crazy Berkshire roads, got lost a couple of times, nearly ran some kid over, and FINALLY found ourselves at Junction 10.. Only to find out that THEY HAD ALREADY RE OPENED IT! It must have been about 10 minutes after we left the damn junction the bastards! We carried on for another age and a day, branched off around junction 17, then started our real journey towards Galstonbury (after lunch at burger king of course :D)
On our way, we did happen to come across a couple of rather amusing places, the most amusing of them all being a little motel called The Bear Inn, which no matter how much I moaned, bitched, complained, and whined Steve refused to let us go back there and spend the night. I mean, come on, it’s the BEAR Inn… you can’t get a classier name than that!
We also somehow, found ourselves in a monsoon of a storm around Coxley village. It was quite scary, and had us doing about 20 miles an hour whilst hoping and praying the cars heading towards us could see us before we saw them, because visibility was next to nought. All in all, it was rather fun to get there, and I really enjoyed Steve’s company. Poor sod was stuck with me for 5 and a half hours and didn’t go mad at all. And we spent a good time just being friendly with each other. I never expected steve to view me as a friend, so it was an added bonus to my weekend. WHOHOO!
Anyway, after 5 hours of driving, we took a turn, and found ourselves in Glastonbury, at the town centre, with no idea whatsoever as to where to go next. We got lost, and drove for an extra thirty minutes trying to figure out where in the world we are. Finally, thanks to my superior map reading skills, we found ourselves at the Isle of Avalon camping site at about 9 oclock, just behind scott mozza link:a
Random Thought: mmmm warmmm....
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