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    Quote Originally Posted by IUFG View Post
    I've just looked through the previous line ups and reckon I stopped going regularly in 1998.

    I've been back a couple of times since and realised that if you are - not with a gang of mates and are not absolutely mashed and unless it is perfectly dry weather - it really isn't worth going.

    Ah, still, the early 90s

    It all started going to shít when they put the fences up, of course.
    Was it the first year of fences that the unwashed tried to climb over? I had a group of chums, ex-squaddies, who did security that year. They had the greatest weekend ever, beating up hippies, stealing their drugs and selling them on.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Sir C View Post
    Was it the first year of fences that the unwashed tried to climb over? I had a group of chums, ex-squaddies, who did security that year. They had the greatest weekend ever, beating up hippies, stealing their drugs and selling them on.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Sir C View Post
    Was it the first year of fences that the unwashed tried to climb over? I had a group of chums, ex-squaddies, who did security that year. They had the greatest weekend ever, beating up hippies, stealing their drugs and selling them on.
    No. That was shortly after 2000 - my only visit. Those days,the traveller field had moved outside but Eavis had given us that space from a month before. Came up one night mid-week before kick off and handed out 2k free passes.

    But for those of us who weren't there, we'd just walk down to the main gate and ask the "security" lad which way was the quickest to bunk in and he'd tell us.

    By the traveller's field being outside, it meant we could keep the raves going all night - not bound by the Glasto license, see?

    But a year or two later, Mean Fiddler took over and free entry ended, and I've refused to go ever since, even though I could have blagged in for a bit of work with Lost Vagueness or Minscule of Sound or whatever. Fück that, if it ain't free, count me out.

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