HellO GlastO

Oh my GOD.

I got my tickets.

I cannot describe the feeling of relief and sheer excitement having endured 2 and a half hours infront of my laptop with many tabs open, hoping and praying that I'd get through, when finally the booking form popped up on my screen and I quickly filled in my details and comprehended the exciting times that are to come.

Glasto is my favourite festival in the world. Being a serial festivaller, I am relatively well travelled with my wellies. I've been to Leeds, Benicassim on numerous occasions, Glastonbury and V festival in Canada, and although all of my experiences have been amazing, nothing compares to the hippie vibe that is Glasto. Leeds is mental and very twinky, Beni has the benefits of the sea, sun and sand, but the music often lacks in comparison to other line-up's and sleeping in a tent there is an experience, and the Canadians aren't the biggest fans of alcohol and so the designated drinking areas at V over there didn't go down too well with us Brits (I went with my dad, and he was appalled...). And where there is a downside to every other festival I have attended, there seems to be no downsides of Glastonbury; no limitations and nothing that I would ever change. Okay, well maybe the toilets could be a little better (Leeds has hand sanitiser and toilet roll, need I say more?). But genuinely, nothing can quash my excitement or the feelgood mood that one gets from just being at Glasto.

Last year, the route to Glasto was one that began in excitement, and ended in torture. Having travelled for 6 hours with four changes by rail, I felt elated when I finally got off the train at Castle Cary station. It was midday on the Wednesday, and the weather was beautiful. I could not wait to get there! However, this joy was short-lived, as I found myself standing in a queue with my rucksack on my back for approximately 8 hours. I arrived at Glastonbury exhausted and sporting a trapped nerve in my arm due to the weight of my rucksack, and I just wanted to sleep. The next morning however, none of that mattered. Glasto has that effect on people where you just cannot help but being so incredibly happy and genuinely overjoyed to be there.

And so you can imagine my excitement at the fact that I have my ticket for 2011. Needless to say, I am not travelling by train this year... I cannot wait to pack my Ray Bans, my straw boater and my wellies (well, I actually need to buy some more as I lost them after Leeds, however you get the picture). Other than food and alcohol, they're all I need. And my headscarves of course - 5 days worth of ellnette leaves my bouffant looking somewhat dishevelled...

I cannot wait to see the line-up; I cannot wait to see the acts and I cannot wait to be there. I got a cup of piss in my face after Prodigy in '09 and even that wasn't enough to kill my mood.

I'll leave you with a selection of my favourite photos from my Glastonbury adventure. The next one can't come soon enough...