Saturday arrived, and the sun was up, the tent was soon unbearably hot, so had to unzip the doors. Eventually got up, made coffee and some bacon butties. The topic of conversation with the neighbours was the death of Michael Jackson. Quick browse on the Internet confirmed the news and the weather forecast for the day. Off then to find a loo without huge queues. Some closed as they were about to overflow and needed to be pumped out. Water was also a problem, as peak times the pressure is so low.
Today I decided to commit myself to one stage and that was the Pyramid stage. So armed with my camping seat I headed off to the Pyramid, and set myself up just behind the path which crosses in front of it.
The first band I got to see were the Eagles of Death Metal, followed on by Spinal Tap. With these two bands I relaxed back in the sun, drinking the odd pint of Gales Festival Brew.
At 4.00, it was then some rap from Dizzee Rascal. Now I am not really a rapper, but I do admit this was not too bad, there were some highlights, especially the tributes to Michael Jackson who had only just died.
It was one of those mysteries, as I walked about the previous evening, all these people you come up to you and shout, Michael Jackson is dead. It took a while before I believed the story, it could have been one of those rumours that a few people could have started, and which would then spread like wildfire.
After Dizzee Rascal, we were back to the old timers, with Crosby Stills and Nash. They went through so many more songs that I recognised, it was a real walk back down memory lane
Now a band I had never heard of called Kasabian came on. Quick text to Selina to find out what I should expect. Turned out to have a few songs you could dance and sing along too. Great stuff.
Finally at 10.00 Bruce Springsteen and the E band came on. He performed for 2 hours and 40 minutes, never stopping at any time. He not only sings well, but must be fantastically fit. One image sticks in my mind, Bruce standing there in the cold air, lights behind him steaming away in his sweat. One or two of the youngsters with attention defecit thought he was on for too long. And no “Born in the USA”.
Ah well all good things come to an end, made my way back stopping off for a green Thai curry.