The Manics were on. I was three rows back and it was hellish. The crowd surfers were those trying to escape the crush. Part way
through Yes, the gig was stopped to allow the fallen to be picked up. All the people in front of me were removed. I was then at the front. By the end of the set I was an exhausted
wreck of a man. Wet, (my sweat, other peoples sweat and water thrown over me), emotionally drained and physically exhausted after two great bands. All I could think of was to get back to bed and
sleep, but before that I had to have my first and only Glasonbury beefburger. My body was telling me I needed meat now.