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Diary of a Glastonbury Rock Chick Part 2

For Part One start  here ... TUESDAY:  'Ground Control to Major Tom' David Bowie We arrive back at Glastonbury Festival to find a shower block in the paddock and despite the rainstorms, our tents are still standing and dry. Bonus.  The rain is easing, but the Worthy Farm's legendary mud appears as a thick slurry… and then as if by magic disappears leaving everyone to agree this is the best summer at Glasto ever. For now, it's wellies on and we're off to suss out our stewarding work area. Team morale is high. At our team briefing, we refresh our knowledge of the various hand signals to use in the event of an emergency. It's a reminder of the serious nature of our work and the loud noise to come. We know that 99% of our role is ' where's the nearest bar/stage/toilet?'  but we are prepared for the 1% emergency. We have a lesson on using the walkie-talkies Press - Pause - speak. It's ' over'  and not ‘ over

Diary of a Glasto Rock Chick!

Part one:  SIGNING UP AS A GLASTO VOLUNTEER: November 2018 I can thank my Aussie girlfriends who pushed me to volunteer as a Glastonbury Steward. ' Yeah, you can do that'  they said, sipping on their skinny cappuccinos within easy reach of flushing loos.  I'd reconnected with my long lost inner Rock Chick after seeing the movie Bohemian Rhapsody and was contemplating volunteering at the greatest show on planet earth. I just wasn't sure what I was letting myself in for, and whether I could survive the Glastonbury Festival. We're talking six nights camping in a field with no electricity, wot no WIFI? Surviving the legendary Glasto toilets, me Miss Evian water, drinking from the same tap cows use for the rest of the year. A Melbourne coffee snob and part-time foodie, living on festival fast food with a side of no sleep. Moi, the leader of the " shall I'll ask them to turn the music down?" discussions on arrival everywhere.  An old