"Hi, please can you help me? The thing is I've left the kids in the disabled car park. Do you know where the nearest bar is?" Concerned parent at 11pm on Thursday.
"Ooh, this mud's cold." Crossing the Other stage at 5pm on Friday.
"This is the Green Fields. No flamey wavy things here." Stall holder explains why he can sell candle flares but is not allowed to light them (apparently they're a fire hazard, but only in the Green Fields. Too many dreadlocks about perhaps?)
"Gringo. Gringo. Gringo." Calling out to a friend watching the Pyramid stage.
"I'm not happy about the different flavours of mud. It's like having wacky Rice Crispies or something." Festival-goer comments on the infinite variety of dirt.
"Are you pushing, Haggis?" Saturday evening along the backstage zone's now very churned up road.
"No wellies are invincible." Trekking from the Killers to the Tears through deep and chilly mud.
