Four men set off for Glastonbury on the thursday morning at 9.30am.
A neeeeeever ending motorway, the sun, a pub called the Apple Tree, a waiting pit, a official England football, 2pot noddles, sleeping under a lorry, 3 london dancers, over twenty spiffs, a huge 8 man tent, a Jamaican driver called Aubrey, a big time promoter called Martin, are all in question and haunting my dreams.
The 48hours that followed is now complete history and cannot be spoke of again...
A video documentary will follow, stay tuned for details.
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