0.12.1 - Or just twenty thousand people standing in a field?
Dashboard! For reasons which will become apparent later in the week, I've spent much of this week thinking about my time spent at the Glastonbury music festival in the year 2000. I'm not deliberately being cryptic, it's just a timing issue so I'll talk about what spurred my trip down memory lane when I write my post on Friday, but for now you'll just have to wait patiently for the extremely mundane prestige in forty-eight hours or so. I first started going to music festivals in 1997, and that's a story for another time when I get round to covering Verruca Salt (the band, not the fictional Roald Dahl character) in the future*. By the time we got to the year 2000, I was committed, and was spending my summer holiday time going to two music festivals each year; but Glastonbury was (and still is) the apex, the UK festival to have been to at least once in your life. In that last year of the millennium** I was involved in what's best described as a complicated...