Talking to a really old guy he was re living his experiences,
" it was the noise, " he said " the incessant noise, going on all day , you couldn't hear yourself think, let alone the bloke next to you," he went on, " the mud, mud everywhere, in your clothes, your hair, covered in the stuff, you could smell it, you could taste it, you couldn't escape it, men went mad, shouting and gibbering, it was terrible" he said, "well " I said
" you really shouldn't go to Glastonbury at your age"...
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