My Glastonbury Adventure 2025: Part 3, 'Make Tea, Not War'.
Odele & Me backstage.
It was Wednesday morning at Glastonbury, the sun was
shining, the gates were open, thousands of excited music fans were pouring onto
Worthy Farm, and I felt better than James Brown!. I decided it was high
time I took a long walk to one of my favourite places which has been in the
same spot at Glasto since 1992. It is The Tiny Tea Tent. The people who
run it are wonderful and some of them remember me from previous years. It is a great
place to sit, have a cup of tea and just watch the world walk by. In past times
I used to sit here and write a few postcards but couldn’t be bothered with that
this year.
If you sit outside the Tiny Tea Tent for long enough everyone you
know at Glasto will walk by eventually. I got talking to these two Irish guys
who were working at the Theatre & Circus Field. It was their first
Glastonbury, so they were blown away by it. Then Bob from Nottingham
strolled up, other people came and went, and three pleasant hours were wiled
away until I decided to move on. Although the main stages didn’t open until
Friday there was plenty to see, such as this Australian lady held aloft on a
surfboard by four lifesavers while operating about six hula hoops. I bumped
into Kate, Kellie, Heidi and Donna and we ended up in a crew bar where
the New York Brass Band entertained us for a while (They aren’t really
from New York!).
That evening, I met up with Peter, Helen, and their
gang by the Ash tree at the back of the Pyramid field for the opening ceremony.
Last year they had hundreds of drones flying about. This year they had a 1,000-voice
choir of which Odele was one, acrobats, high wire performers and other
acts. There were probably 50,000 people in the field, it might have been
spectacular on the television, but it all fell a bit flat for me, the choir
were un-miked so we couldn’t hear them from the back and couldn’t see much on
the big screen. I went back to Tom’s before the end to avoid the rush.
Opening Ceremony.
Back in
Tom’s bar it was great to see Greta’s sister Berna who had just arrived
from Dublin. Her journey here had been eventful and hilarious. She had taken a
Uber taxi from Bristol airport, but it had dropped her at Gate A instead of miles
away at Gate B where she had to pick up her wristbands before the cabin closed at
midnight. She ended up getting a lift in the cab of one of those sludge gulping
tanker lorries which empty the long drops. She made it in time, so all’s well that ends well.
Heidi Wins!
Thursday was to be a very eventful day for us. Firstly, I’ll
tell you about Heidi being on Britain’s most popular radio show. The Vernon
Kay show has an average of 6.73 million listeners every weekday morning. It
includes a quiz called Ten To The Top in which two people compete
against each other, and the one who gets the most answers right wins a smart
speaker. They wanted two people who were both at Glastonbury to take part.
Heidi applied and was chosen to compete live from our little encampment in Tom’s
Field. She was competing against a lady who was camped in the northeast corner
somewhere. Although it was Thursday, Heidi had to pretend it was Friday when the
BBC Glastonbury coverage began. Heidi was nervous, but she scored 8 points, her
opponent only got 2 answers right, so Heidi won! Brilliant. We had to wait
until next day to hear Heidi broadcast on the radio.
As with last year I took a walk to the Peace Garden
in Kings Meadow for the Peace Ceremony. Although it is nice to get away
from the likes of that orange thing in Washington for a few days, everyone is
still aware of the horrors going on in Gaza and elsewhere. Nothing has improved
since last year. It was nice to see an Israeli and a Palestinian peace activist
together on stage appealing for peace. There was also an opera singer from Ukraine
who had joined the army, was seriously injured and was now working for peace.
He sang Nessun Dorma. I listened from a bench under the shade of a tree
and had a chat with a nice London Jewish lady called Debs who was
running one of the bars at Glasto. We didn’t really agree about Gaza, but could
discuss it without hating each other, which is always a good thing.
Hodmaddodery
After that interlude, I thought I’d go back to the tea tent
for a sit down, but I had trouble getting there because it is opposite the Greenpeace
Field where they have a death-defying huge slide. There was a girl on the
top who had lost her nerve and couldn’t decide to slide or not. Everyone on the
walkway stopped to watch, cheer, and encourage her to go. This created a people
jam on the road, until finally to a huge cheer she slid, and the crowd
dispersed, so I could get my cup of tea and a flapjack. The last few years it
has been a tradition with me to go and see an old friend Tony Carter and
his mate Steve who are a folk duo called Hodmaddodery and always
play on Thursday at 2.00 on the bandstand in the Market Area. I was a bit late
this year but caught the last three numbers which were The Well Below The
Valley, a song about Down End in Bristol, and a Led Zeppelin song
that I think is Bron-y-Aur. They are great, go and see them if you live
near Bristol. I went back to base then for a rest because my first work shift
was at 6.00. It was really nice to see my fellow Van Morrison fan friend
Emer from Dublin who has also been on the recycling team for the past two
years.
3 Bin Rats, Kate, Kellie, Me.
Our team all met at 5.30 at our camp and walked down to the Pyramid
Stage backstage gate together. Kellie christened our team The Bin Rats.
We were Kate (Our Leader), Me, Odele, Kellie, Donna, Russell, Julie,
Heidi, Donna & Leon, and a nice couple from Liverpool called Spike
and Sharon. The shift was only four hours until 10.00 and the time
passed very quickly. There were various jobs to do and Odele and me had the
task mainly of making sure the bins in the hospitality area didn’t overflow and
change the bin liner bags when they were getting full. Also litter pick
anything on the ground. After work ended, I was too tired to do anything else,
so just had my first alcoholic drink of the day back at base. I was in bed by
midnight. Tomorrow, six days after we arrived at Worthy Farm, the music at
Glastonbury 2025 would finally begin!.
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