When I say lucky I mean it, to some maybe surprising, sincerely. When you consider the fact that some 175,000 people across the globe managed to buy one of the musical golden festival tickets and many, many more actually registered merely in the hope of getting their anxiously sweaty palms on them, I am bloody lucky!
Besides, the wet stuff isn't normally something that puts me off the festival and indeed the legendary Glastonbury Festival spirit. with the line-up as unbelievable as it is (although maybe lacking in one or two massive stand out bands (see David Bowie 2000, Radiohead 2003, White Stripes 2005) the precipitation will be pushed forcefully into the background as we march through the glorious mud baths undoubtedly occupied by some brave souls looking to the mixture of soil, H2O, human, cow and Pete Doherty excrement to provide some miracle anti-ageing moisturiser, or maybe just because the pear cider told them to dive in, to get to the next big thing.
I'll tell you this met office, the rain on my face won't be as much of a feature as the ridiculous smile stretching easily from ear to ear.
Words: Dean Samways
Images: Google