Glastonbury 2010 – Part 4

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

So, Glastonbury was his much fun!

This is my main dude, Terry, looking all probably fashionable in a beanie (seriously? it’s like 300C out there?!)

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Glastonbury 2010 – Part 3

Part One. Part Two.


To my favourite part(s) of the festival.  Shangri-la/Arcadia.
I include The Common/Block 9/The Unfair Ground in this, but I didn’t make enough time to explore these properly.

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Glastonbury 2010 – Part 2

Part One

So there’s music at Glastonbury, right?

Indeed there is.  I thought – being largely obsessed with music – that it would be the main highlight of the weekend, but there were simply too many memorable things aside from the Music to be able to pin down a ‘favourite side’ to the festival.

Nevertheless, Frank Turner was there, so he had to be seen.

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Glastonbury 2010

Okay then.


Despite being a little tired of the reverence and awe in which people hold Glastonbury Festival,
it turns out they’re absolutely right.
Some of the best days of my life to date.

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There’s No Charge In My Battery


So the LIVE BLOG FROM GLASTONBURY didn’t really work out, which is a shame, but I have a rubbish Blackberry battery to blame.  I took a spare, carefully charged, and put it in the lockups. When I swapped my first when the meter ran red … nothing.

Most frustrating.

However, it was – to put it mildly – one of the best four days of my life.  I’m going to do extensive blogging about each day, with gratuitous photos of varying poor quality, but I’ve been hampered by some bad times that have made my life decidedly emo, so first off I’ll talk about how the diabetes maintenance went.

It didn’t go well, hehe.

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So I made it.
This post and any that follow will be a bit unformatted due to using the phone app to post.

After another visit to see my father in hospital, I felt more confident about still going to glastonbury. I’m still worried something will happen while I’m here, but he was sufficiently improved enough that I could go without worrying sick.

Getting here was easy. Too easy… No queues. At all. Where’s the catch? Well maybe that were quite far out, but its nice to be distanced from the carnage.
Getting up at half four is a bit crazy, but a worthwhile tactic.

No bands yet, but we had a long wander and the place is amazing. Its huge. With a capital HUGE. Guarantee that eveb exploring each day, therell be stuff I missed.

Diabetes-wise. Hmm. Not that good so far. Hypos all over the place, not helped by random meals. At least the foods better here than most festivals.
We’ll see how it goes. Must save phone battery.


Following on from my post about Glastonbury, I’ve got a little more confident.

Talks with Diabetes nurses and hours spent searching forums have only strengthened what I already thought, and filled in the odd blank for me, too.

Today I had this pop through the letterbox *

The idea is to keep insulin chilled, and in the case of Glasto, I can keep it from getting too warm as I carry it around with me.
It’s a pretty funky idea. You dip the inner pocket in cold water for 5-10 minutes, towel it dry, leave it another 10 minutes and the gel has absorbed all the water, and it keeps it cold inside.  Put your insulin pen inside and then all of it inside the outer pocket and I can carry it next to me and get sweaty in the moshpit without the insulin degrading.  I hope.

I also wanted a medical bracelet.  I have an ID card in my wallet, but that’s not visible enough.  If I get a bad hypo, there’s a chance I’ll automatically be deemed just another drunk to be ignored.  More so at Reading than Glasto, mind, as I’ll probable be the only one there – punter and steward alike – not inebriated.  My nurse put me onto a good site, but bloody hell it’s expensive, and all a bit classy for me to use at a festival.  The non-jewellery styled bracelets – the leather ones – looked really flimsy, I wanted something velcro and comfortable.  Then I spotted what I needed…

Yes, this is the ‘Fun & Fab Kids Medical ID’ available in such styles as Football, Outer Space and Butterflies.  Thankfully, There’s also a ‘Sports Blue’, so that’s what I’ve gone for.  Hope it doesn’t look too silly, as though the cheapest thing on the site, it still cost an arm and a leg after VAT and p&p!

I definitely appear to be requiring less insulin of late.  Though I do wish there wasn’t that teeny voice at the back of my head saying “Maybe my pancreas is trying to work properly again?” what a dream.  Whatever, I HAD CHEEZCAKE and didn’t die.  A weight-watchers thing, but after so long with nothing sweeter than sultanas it was a toffeetastic treat.

* But not before I had become one of ‘those’ customers.  I ordered it on Friday but had no email confirmation.  So I rang today, unsure of whether it had gone through.  the guy asked me what day I ordered it on and I drew a complete blank. Friday? He took some details but clearly could only search by order number or date. So he asked me to ring back in ten minutes so he could sift through the few hundred orders.
Five minutes later, it popped through the letterbox.


Concerns time! part 18

One of my concerns now I’m diabetes-tastic is Festivals.

I’ve bought tickets for my third Reading Festival and yesterday my ticket arrived for my first Glastonbury.
But festivals are dirty places with massively overpriced food stalls of highly dubious quality.  Where as last year I was content to live on snack bars and sausage rolls, how the hell I go about it this year is an unnerving mystery.  I’m going to have to get my arse in gear and speak to various people about it; Doctors, get on the festival forums and see if I can get advice.
So many people go to festivals, there must have been some Type 1 diabetics in there.

Main concerns, as usual, are the practicalities;

  • Diabetic or not, how are security going to feel when I turn up with a tin full of needles?
  • Where is best to keep my insulin?
  • If they let me in with needles, will I be able to take them into the main arenas?
  • Will I be looking at traipsing back and forth missing big segments of bands etc so I can inject insulin, eat, then head back in?
  • Safer keeping things on me/in my tent? Or find some storage?
  • How many extra insulin pens do I bring with me?
  • What about eats?
  • Are the food stalls to be trusted?
  • Which ones?
  • What are the best snacks to take with me?
  • How do I best combat hypos if I’m rocking out?
  • Am I taking it too seriously and it’s all really simple?
  • If I get an bad hypo, will they think I’m just drunk?

Ah-ha! I’ve discovered infoman!
An email address on Glastos website, he proclaims to have all the answers.
So hopefully he can answer at least some. We’ll see.

But for now, I’m asking you blog world.
– Anyone have any advice for me?
– Know any diabetics who go to festivals and how they coped?
– Any of you diabetics out there know how easy or difficult it is?
– Let me know!

In Related news, I’m off to see Pendulum tonight, and I have nerves overwhelmed by excitement, I’m really looking forward to it.
I think despite the crossover appeal I’m wondering if it’ll still be full of rudeboy drum’n’bass racers and the cap-wearing chavmassive, but considering how good ‘Self vs Self’ is I’ll be donning my In Flames tee!

It’ll be a test for me, as I want to see how dancing my arse off affects my bloods, and what I can do to tackle it without hampering my enjoyment.  Aiming to put my blood sugar a little higher to compensate, and keep those lovely dextrose tablets handy.

The only time I’ve seen them – at Reading Fest two years ago – it was the closest to injury I’ve been at any gig as the crush of people was immense.  Riding high after In Silico had been released, I had to get the hell out, and just as I reached space where I could breathe, they played their cover of the Prodigy’s ‘Voodoo People’.  Yep. Straight back in. Bruised. Knackered. Worth it.

In other news
The writing has started, but not much.
Reviews and work have got in the way, but I did get stuck in.

What I’ve done is rubbish, but that’s not the point at the moment.
It’s too descriptive, making it clumsy, but I’ve started. I have to finish.

Word Count: 350
Soundtrack: Pendulum