Elvis on Sea dancing to the Black Kat Boppers. We danced to about 4 hi-tempo rockabilly tracks in 90 degree heat and then had to sit in the shade for about 4 hours to recover. 
They had clearly done the same 
You can’t altho at the prices they were charging everywhere for food you kinda felt like you were… 
A massive crowd descended on the hill at the Park for the ‘not secret at all’ gig by Foals who then all got up as soon as it started as they realise they couldn’t hear it from where they were. 
White supremacist tipi anyone? 
By sat eve the revellery was staring to take its toll… 
I’m sorry, we don’t have Satanic Milk, soy & oat only… 
The 5g mast not very cleverly disguised as a giant antenna atop a souvenir hut. 
Hot Chip innit 
Their finale was to set the stage on fire – impressive altho how they got that past health & safety I do not know. 
The view from the roof of Emily’s caravan.. 
Slamboree 
Dawn 
By Saturday we had officially run out of steam and stayed true to our intention and didn’t leave the park area for the entire day and night which was bliss. Each area is like a festival it is own right so there is enough entertainment on offer without having to go anywhere. It was also friggin boiling so a 10min stroll rendered you beaten and battered from the heat which made an excursion to anywhere not that enticing.
When you first get to the festival you’re like all “I wanna see that, and that, and them, and we gotta do that and go there and there and there and etc etc” – by the time Saturday rolls around you’re like “I just wanna go where’s near..and where there is shade. My favourite act of all time who I have never seen playing on the John Peel Stage at the other end of site in 45 minutes? I would, its just I really need a sit down and a cuppa tea n a bit of cake…
So we stayed put and sat on the hill below the Glastonbury Hollywood style sign and we watched as maybe half the site seemed to slowly join us from every corner of the festival. So you think, well, if you’re willing to trot across town for an hour to get to this spot its probably worth me for me doing sweet fuck all to stay here. Egernomic energy conservation is key at Glatstonbury. It is definitely a marathon race not a sprint.
We saw Hot Chip and then hit the Bimble where we saw more brilliant bands. 2manyTs were dynamite and Slamboree were superb, even though they were a redux version, normally having 14 members, down to just 3 but they blew it up. Big time. Their frontwoman had an amazing stage presence, commanding the crowd completely.
There was a drum n bass/dubstep influence to a lot of the bands we saw, even the brass bands and together they felt like a whole new genre, delivering electronic dance vibes with live musicians. Westside U.K bands fusing their urban inspirations with their own spin, a fresh hybrid which consequently felt like the most exciting and interesting thing on site.
When you get music genre mash ups that combine to make an entire new thing, spliced together from divergent influences, both musically and geographically, that couldn’t exist anywhere else, you see that cultural cross pollination is the way forward..
We were still rollin at dawn which is actually pretty easy at Glasto as it gets so light so early and we strolled around and saw who was still standing and who were casualties of a long hot Saturday night on Worthy farm…just one more mega day to go..just knowing that filled us with energy, we knew we were on the home straight, we had been on the ropes, our knees had buckled but we never went down…the finish line was now in sight…
Tomorrow: Sunday. The last day. to be continued!