Pat Gilbert, Editor, Q Glastonbury Review
Fave Glasto memory:
My first Glasto, 1985. The first night it rained, then rained some more. Then it pissed down. A watery sun tried to come out on the Friday morning, and within an hour the mud turned all thick and sticky.
The crowd was cold and pissed off, so to cheer themselves up they started hurling mudcakes at the bands. Was it Ian Dury & the Blockheads who left the stage? I dunno, it could have been, we were having too much fun watching the mud-cakes sail majestically through the air to remember. I recall The Pogues came on at one point and Shane MacGowan got a direct hit in the mouth midway through Boys From the County Hell. Manfully, he soldiered on.