emotionalmarkup

I was fortunate enough to work backstage at this year’s Glastonbury which meant that I avoided the mud, the high prices and the discomfort of camping with thousands of punters. Some might argue that I wouldn’t have had the true Glastonbury experience, however when you’re in the press pit watching Crowded House, Leonard Cohen, the Verve and Amy Winehouse, these criticisms seem trivial.

Not that I especially liked any of the artists above. The fact was that as 120,000 people swarming towards the Pyramid stage to glimpse a coloured dot bounce around on a very large screen, I sipped chilled beers behind the cattle fences. Largely oblvious to the struggle of the masses, I adjusted my complimentary earplugs with relative nonchelance.

I don’t feel the need to ramble on about the excitement and diversity of Glastonbury - the people, the food, the art and the various ‘villages’ - where you can do anything from learn to make wooden cutlery to meditate with modern day druids. My only reaction to the time I spent there, even counting the hours I was working, was that it wouldn’t displease me in the slightest if everyday of my life was like a day at Glastonbury. It would exhausting yes, but holy crap it would be fun.

Check out the BBC’s photostream: many photos of which I took and, to nearly all of them, added comments to.