Yes, I have just spent two hours fifty minutes pressing redial on my phone and refresh on my browser to get Glastonbury tickets.

No, I didn’t get through.

And yes, I’m really pissed off.

On one hand, it’s good news for everyone that is going because it pretty much guarantees the weather will be superb. Six of the eight Glastonburys I’ve been to have been mud festivals.

On the other hand, I’m not giving up yet. Anyone with any bright ideas on how I can get in will gets to hear my festival performance idea with the working title “The Un-Brazilianed Brazilians”.

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1 April 2007 | Life |