It’s Friday 30th June 2013
And I am not not at Glastonbury
The circus inside my stomach believes it
As it relives the act of the opening night
The generous performance of Prosseco
That now sing somersaults inside
It comes with not not being at Glastonbury

This weekend I’m a transient party goer
And I’m spreading the love of not not being at Glastonbury
Anyway who needs Glastonbury?
I’m here choosing my music track by track
On the way to meet my gran
Yeah, Granny Mac’s not not at Glastonbury either
So bring it on not not Glastonbury

Not not being at Glastonbury proves expense
Almost like Glastonbury itself would be
And now without phone
Not not being at Glastonbury develops realistically
‘Nother day and not not being at Glastonbury took me home
With old friends drinking aplenty
And more

Not to brag but I even jogged at Not not Glastonbury
Through fields and through the city
Undoing the damage done whilst not not being at Glastonbury

Tonight not not being at Glastonbury
Will peak when we get involved culturally
Shakespearean act performed in his Globe
You don’t get that at Glastonbury
But we’ll hold a drink through
Making the most of not not being at Glastonbury

By tomorrow my insides will feel like they’ve consumed Glastonbury
But here’s hoping we’re still able to get our art hit
Endurance is part of the test of not not being at Glastonbury

First thing in the morning and we’re counting the pennies
Because we’re not not at Glastonbury
So it’s never a bad time to buy *****
We’ve a young Argentinian as extra company
One of so many friends made at not not Glastonbury
Intent was succeeded with a turn of events never forseen
It went wonderfully wild whilst not not being at Glastonbury
Post play and pop with pa
Whilst wondering further afar
Party greets on a reclaimed beach
A gift given not by Glastonbury
So right now the Thames is actually the best place to be
Due partly to the unpredictability
For you know good times and good people come with Glastonbury
But the friends and offerings not not at Glastonbury this year
Have shown a surprising  shared love for not not  being at Glastonbury

Even if the comedown tries to equal the fun
It would be worth it this time, not not being at Glastonbury

I’m anti-socialising the recent activity
That has seen me living liberally
Quite ridiculously

So now I sit in a bar of beauty
Hanging too much in the heat
To bother with speech

I am an orange disco ball
But not to be span in a hall
My venue is the great outdoors
A field dressed with music, and more
No boundaries to the dancefloor
Tonight I will spin spin spin
After a loooonnnnnggg awaited drink
No guilt
For I deserve this disco

This field feels the rhythm
The ground beneath me beats
And the breeze gently hums
To harmonise a choir who bring back the love
In an echo that electrifies the sole

Never has a day started better
Than with ****** Mary in generous glugs
To wash away the lingering ache
of the devilish night before
and I find myself in my element
celebrating the knight of nowhere
conquest reign to the wobbly log

From my horizontal viewpoint
I’m soaking up the suns shining rays
Whilst overlooking jesters fight sock wars with small children
But my skin wont suffer for these friendly strangers
Have lubed me up with their compassionate oil
No-ones really a stranger in this Small World, so it seems
Not if the tug-of-war has anything to do with it

The eclectic collection of eccentric events
Is rounded off delightfully when we sit
together in a burning sauna
to outlet amongst ourselves the toxins
absorbed as an energetic additive to the atmosphere
At this festival everyone is your friend
and there’s no shame in ****** here

In close proximity we endure the heat
Until we are saturated in sweat
and then plunge ourselves one-by-one
into a bath shared with mischievous children
making weapons of the ice cold jets

Feeling fresh faced and cleaner than before
I finalise the feeling of freedom as a **** pull-along
For a child’s’ home-made truck
The juveniles journey accelerates as my liberation overwhelms me
I’m fulfilling an accomplishment I never dreamt I’d meet

But the succeeding element of this festive environment that I most enjoy
Is the fact that here none of this is odd

No place further from reality without narcotics
Location far removed from the concrete mass of home
The grey here is vertical cliff on the mountains
But the vision is green and blue
Whilst my toes tap the beat of the sweet lullaby of song
My torso takes a rest upon the grassy mound
And I relish the saturation of freedom
Felt in natures gift
The local Lake drowns the aches
From the frollocking night before
That were offered by London’s collective talent
Transferred to party more remotely
And the intimacy of here
Is like nowhere there
Beauty beyond expectations

Something to write home about
And tales to share with the grandkids
This festive life full of these
And with too many words to fit on a post card
Has no need
Because these memories will hold without ink

It is the night before the morning after
Eight weeks have passed without this feeling now
Of excited anticipation for good times
That feeling of freedom that
only a field of festival frolics can deliver

In which place it has been eight months
So tonight had better watch itself
Two long awaited adventures combined
Then when I wake in the morning after
it will be in a field in the middle of nowhere
lying under canvas upon a makeshift bed

….but it shouldn’t matter
as I will get to do it all again
If my stamina and enthusiasm don’t fail me
The morning after will become the night before
Because it’s the ultimate party:
Worth waiting for