Sarahmade

Ashton court is such a constant.

At about 2.30pm my road starts to get busy. There is a queue of people at the cashpoint and at threshers. You walk there and get to the bottom of the hill and everyone starts complaining and then they complain even more when they realise there are two more big hills. Many people just stop half way up and start drinking their beer. I often wonder if they just stay there the whole day.

Then I get there and go to the back of the main stage and say to security “hello…I need to give something to Tom”. Tom comes out with his radios and clip board and I give him 2 pastys and 2 cakes.

Then I go and sit outside the blackout tent for most of the day with Justin. I don’t really watch bands. We talk about outfits.

Today was slightly different as Tom Smith came along and I saw two bands. We had coffee and a doughnut and we made a friend. I’ll let Tom tell the story but all I’ll say is that Tom – i think he was spinning us a yarn with his website www.dogzbollux.com. He was sensible however when he told us that if you are ever diving and get a bit lost, just breathe out and watch the bubbles as bubbles always go up.

Then there is the walk home, which was amazing this year. As the bridge was closed everyone walked my way, down the three steep hills. I didn’t sprain an ankle this year as I had my trusty head torch which I took off my head when a girl pointed at me and said “ohmygod look, look at that” like she thought I had a light built into my head.

Also this year I found a new flatmate without really trying. He is coming to look at the room tomorrow. He is called George.