Glastonbury

So...I am going to Glastonbury. I will no longer be one of those who sneered at the television saying 'I didn't want to go anyway' while secretly wishing I was jumping to the bands on screen. Unfortunately there are three headliners that I would rather not see. As is life though sometimes.

People keep on telling me that it's not about the music, it's about the whole thing. The realigning of shakras and such like. I'm not convinced yet that they are right, after all it's a music festival isn't it, or am I just being short sighted?

I do hope that I am proved wrong and that I get carried away with the experience of it all.

I think I have been too scared to go before, too afraid to open myself up to things that I might actually enjoy. The atmosphere during the build up, particularly on the social networks has been one of fun and optimism for a good time. It doesn't feel like it's going to be a struggle and so I have previously created a fight of my own. I'll be in a fucking field in the middle of Somerset, what have I got to worry about?

I'm sure I'll find something...

I feel like one of those people you see on the telly or at a club, you know, the people having fun, the people living. I have always talked a good game but never really played one.

So here goes, in the morning I board a bus and get whisked away to something that I have no real knowledge of something which I am a little bit scared of but something that very well might set me free.

Until next time...
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