Glastonbury Moments

I have one, and I am now carefree enough to share it with you people of Glastonbury, though it is still embarassing enough to make me squirm a little......

It was the festival of '87. Warm, sunny and I have arrived on site by mo-ped, laded with bin-liners of bedding and god knows what else, set up camp with a load of friends and my then boyfriend (by the 2 trees in the middle of the pyramid stage field - no longer a camping area) and had settled down for the afternoon with bottles of cider and most probably warm white wine. We were sitting in a circle, on the grass, blissfully enjoying the atmosphere and passing a few spliffs around, we were probably a group of about 10, all aged around 17 - 19.
I was an impressionable teenager, and a bit shy, there were a few I didn't know among us. I had had a few drinks, had a few tokes and was feeling generally OK. My friend Claudia and I were giggling away about some nonsense and we were probably feeling a little out of it when we saw an older woman approaching us. A stranger, hippy looking and in her thirties.
'Excuse me' she came to stand between myself and Claudia and leaned down towards us, 'I'm really sorry to bother you and it's a bit awkward but I don't suppose you have any spare tampax?'
'There was an awkward silence from the group for what felt like ages. I felt dreadful for this poor woman, as the festival is hardly the place you would want to be stuck without something like tampons or sanitary towels. In those days there were no stalls selling as such and no proper welfare tents that would have supplied them.
As it happened, I did have some with me - my fussing mother had insisted I pack some, despite the fact that I knew I would not need them, so I bravely staggered to my feet.
'Yes' I said 'I have some'
'Oh how brilliant' she said, sighing with relief 'you're my saviour!'
I smiled graciously 'Not a problem, how many would you like?'
'Oh. Well' she began some mental arithmatic ' six or seven if you can spare them?'
SIX OR SEVEN!!! I had thought she might need enough to get her to the shops not for the whole bloody weekend! I smiled graciously, again.
'Of course!'
My boyfriend was eyeing me, frowning
'Have you got some?' he asked, as though surprised
'Yes' I nodded, 'they're in my tent'
He continued to frown.
Ignoring his look of consternation, I staggered over to my tent (cider, wine and dope and sunshine now taking it's toll). I crawled into my tent and heaved open my rucsack. Packets of hobnob biscuits and loo rolls went everywhere. I found the box of regular Tampax and tore it open, counting seven and bundling them together. As a last minute act of thoughtfulness, I fished for small black elastic band from my toiletry bag (the kind you use to plait horse manes with, I used them in my hair) and secured the bundle of Tampax together.
I could see the womans feet waiting outside the tent. I crawled back out and thrust them up at her with a flourish. I was her saviour, it was my good deed, from one woman to another.
There was silence. The groups grew quiet......for a second and then, a snort of laughter,  an eruption of giggling and as I blinked up at the woman, now smiling down at me with a curious, kind smile as I held the bundle of Tampax aloft she said
'Oh I'm so sorry, you must have misheard me....I didn't say Tampax. I said tent pegs'.

....never attempt to pitch a tent using tampons?!! Guess they might be quite effective in wet weather though?!

I remember the relentless teasing I had to endure for the rest of the weekend though, I bet somewhere out there, there's a woman who has a little anecdote about a time that she went to Glastonbury and asked a group of teenagers if they had any spare tent pegs....

How about you Redlight, do you have an festival moments you;d like to share? Do tell! I must dash darling, I'm just whipping up a rather tasty chocolate mousse and I may just need to give it a quick stir with my tongue. Heavenly.

Ha ha, love both these stories! Apart from the usual falling-face-first-in-the-mud 'moment but rather than it being a catastrophe, completely enjoying it (where else in the world could that be considered normal?), I had two incredibly extreme moments in one day where in the morning I saw a rather unfortunate woman, clearly off her face lying on the ground by the bandstand completely naked, erm...doing 'stuff' and then in the afternoon a horribly sad encounter where a young woman had collapsed near some toilets and was receiving CPR. Unfortunately it seemed she died of an asthma attack . Sex and death.

Come on Glastonbury revellers, give me your moments.....