Went to Glastonbury festival yet again this year. And whilst the mud had reached levels where they had lakes with their own tide times and everything, the attractions were most certainly not substandard.
For the most part, I just wondered around from tent to tent (finishing off with Shirley Bassy at the pyramid stage).
And despite the amount of police at the site, people were dealing in drugs, namely pot. One tent (which was some political debate about social justice, housing crisis and all that stuff) had an sweet aroma to which my uncle pointed out that people were smoking MJ. Didn't take me long to count 10 spliffs in various peoples hands.
And finally, someone decided to brave the mud in bare feet, of all the things. And there were even people taking pictures of it!