I happened to tune in to ‘The Glastonbury Experience’ on Sunday evening, having not realised that it had been on all weekend. I have never been to the festival, nor have I really ever been to many clubs or raves. I love music and I love to sing and dance in the privacy of my own home; but, when I was young, going to clubs was not considered the done thing for ‘nice’ girls and so I didn’t go. I was a 60s teenager, but was a little to young to partake in ‘love-ins’, the festivals and the drug culture that accompanied them. I knew every song in the charts by heart and I wore hippy clothes; but sex, drugs and rock and roll completely passed me by.
As for camping, after my dreadful experience of a caravan in France with no toilet in the countryside in the pouring rain, I vowed never to camp again! And I never have! So, going to Glastonbury was never on my radar, especially as the idea of camping in a muddy field has never appealed!! I like the idea of the experience I know I would have; but I know that I wouldn’t enjoy it in practice.
This being said, when I watched Glastonbury on TV on Sunday and danced and sang from the comfort of my living room, I must admit that I felt that I had missed out in my life. If I had had the courage or the maturity to rebel, I might have been more awake to the culture of my youth. Although it gave me the urge to go to Glastonbury in the future to experience the festival first, in the cold light of day, I know that this is really a pipe dream and that the lack of home comforts would quickly pall. I love the idea of going to a festival but I dare say that the reality would disappoint me. Maybe i should continue to enjoy the experience at home and leave the live experience to others who are hardier and younger than me!
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