OK! Confession time. I'd arrived there early in the morning after going a couple of days without any sleep, been snorting far too much of the Columbian marching powder and drinking copious amounts, went straight to the cider tent, took loads of acid, took some downers later to ease it off a bit, wandered around having lost my friends, vaguely remembered UB40's laser light show, next thing I remember...pool table Mr Eavis's house. Obviously, I was a bit of a drug casualty, huh huh! How's that for honesty?