What a weekend of challenge and tears it has been this
weekend, the weekend of Glastonbury when I should be frolicking in a field,
covered in glitter in a spangly happy state, instead I found myself in front of
a tv huffing and puffing at not being there. I took myself to bed Saturday to
have a serious word with myself as I was not a happy Claire.
My journey with Glastonbury ticket buying has been so varied
from 2002 – 2013 it changed every year, some years difficult, some easy, some hilarious
but without fail I always managed to secure my space for the world’s best
festival. I remember buying my first ticket
in 2002 from a local record shop in Glastonbury, I rang them, ordered 8 tickets
and that was that. One year it took us 36hrs to get tickets, me and my friends took
sleep shift patterns so there was always someone online, we succeeded and all attended
for another year of fun and frolics. I worked one year and the ticket turned up
in the pose in an explosion of glitter. Then another year I thought I would be
away travelling however plans changed so I bought a ticket of ebay of the local
milkman and was driven straight into the festival (only to find my friend
working the gate as I walked up to show my overpriced piece of paper). It has
been many years of lots of challenging Sunday’s – I think one year they went on
sale at 11pm Saturday night but it’s always been filled with anxiety and
excitement knowing if you win then it’s all worthwhile.
After much deliberation, we decided to take a year out in
2014 to go travelling, we were nearly flying back just for Glastonbury but
realised how silly that was. I don’t know if this has been our eternal fate as
since then our luck has gone downhill and two years we have missed out on
tickets, we attended a wedding in 2016 so we were in a field celebrating which
made up for it. 2015 and 17 have been our unsuccessful years and it has been a
challenge. It hits a part of the soul that ignites the missing out feeling and watching
bands you LOVE when live music is such a big part of your way then it’s a
double whammy of gut wrenching sadness.
We had a whatsapp group with other friends to survive the
weekend and kept our contact limited to friends there experiencing there first/second
Glastonbury. I am sure there are plenty of you out there who has experienced
the same or similar feeling so what is my next plan. Well I am in the midst of
making one, to ensure ticket purchasing becomes less painful and trying to find
a way in for life (easier said than done, hey).
A selection of over the years shots....
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| 2013 |
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| 2013 |
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| 2011 |
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| 2010 |
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| 2009 |
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| 2008 |
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| 2007 |
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| 2002/2003 |
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| 2002/2003 |
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