Source http://www.thefitbits.com/2017/07/the-supermassive-glastonbury-workout.html
One of the true highlights of my seventh Glastonbury was dragging my already shattered body down to the Raclette stall on a drizzly Friday morning to shovel a feck load of cheese into my face.
It was that non-rain kind of drizzle, the stuff that sits on top of your hair. The type that that in any normal circumstance would be no problem at all but at Glastonbury, you know if it carries on you’ll be swimming in mud within a few hours.
My legs were already knackered from two days’ walking around the site and kicking off Thursday night dancing to some proper 90s bangers courtesy of Rhythm of the 90s (If you haven’t seen this band and you have a love for 90s cheesy dance music, sort it out).
So, yeah. Non-rain rain, knackered legs, and the second hangover of the week. It was definitely time for a Raclette breakfast.
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Source http://www.thefitbits.com/2017/07/the-supermassive-glastonbury-workout.html
One of the true highlights of my seventh Glastonbury was dragging my already shattered body down to the Raclette stall on a drizzly Friday morning to shovel a feck load of cheese into my face.
It was that non-rain kind of drizzle, the stuff that sits on top of your hair. The type that that in any normal circumstance would be no problem at all but at Glastonbury, you know if it carries on you’ll be swimming in mud within a few hours.
My legs were already knackered from two days’ walking around the site and kicking off Thursday night dancing to some proper 90s bangers courtesy of Rhythm of the 90s (If you haven’t seen this band and you have a love for 90s cheesy dance music, sort it out).
So, yeah. Non-rain rain, knackered legs, and the second hangover of the week. It was definitely time for a Raclette breakfast.
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