I must apologise to all those Glastonbury Festival fans who did not manage to buy their tickets last Sunday because this post does involve some smugness. So if that will stress you out ‘Read No Further’. My husband and I managed to buy tickets despite the odds stacked against us and with some forward planning and luck we were triumphant!
Attempting to buy Glastonbury tickets is not for the faint hearted. In order to avoid ticket touts and block buying of tickets a fairer scheme has been devised. You need to be in the know and register in advance. The registration process closes several days before the tickets are released. This involves uploading a photo with similar requirements to passport ones. I don’t know why but I hate the photo palaver. It is so difficult to get right: no smiling, full face, no distracting backgrounds. The resulting specimens inevitably looks like prison ID, albeit hopefully a relatively kind looking convict.
Well, we managed to put the registration dates in our diary, get registered successfully and leap over that first hurdle.
It has been 8 years since my diagnosis and although I think about it every day I am definitely now in a much better place emotionally and physically. We are hoping to have another magical experience but I will have more energy to rock it out!
So in 2016, Glastonbury Festival here we come and we are so excited. Our first festival experience was 2010. It was not long after I had finished my chemotherapy for my Lymphoma. I will never forget the feeling of looking down from Worthy View to the expanse of lights on the fields below. It was dusk on our first evening and I felt I had stepped into a fairy land full of magic and excitement. It was a glorious feeling. It was a long way from hospitals, injections and extreme fatigue.
The Legend: Michael Eavis
Fact: Glastonbury Festival donates £1m to international and local charities each year. It is the single biggest regular donor to Greenpeace and also supports its official partners WaterAid and Oxfam.
Then last Saturday night we made essential preparations so we would be ready for the 9 am ticket rush! We set up our electronic helpers; 2 laptops, a desk top computer and an i-pad. They needed to be in position and ready to go immediately. We wrote out the ticket registration details very clearly (actually that was my husband’s job as I live up to the reputation of ‘Illegible Doctor’). Then, we had an early night so our brains would function on full power. It is a shame that I had that excited butterfly Christmassy feeling that makes it so hard to nod off.
However, the adrenaline and coffee kicked in at 8.50 am on Sunday morning.We logged each device onto the festival ticket website. We banned the children from the Wi-Fi so they wouldn’t slow our attempts down and banished them to do old-fashioned TV watching. We were ready for this. On the dot of 9 am we hit the refresh buttons. For the next 25 minutes I refreshed my screens every 2 seconds in the hope of leaving the holding page. I was worried that if I refreshed too soon I would automatically click of the ticket page. I had thought it through and was ready for anything. I then got onto the page but …Oh no…it crashed. The stress mounted. Time was ticking away and each second meant less tickets were available. I continued and a few refreshes later we hit it again. We excitedly put in our details and I could hear trumpets and see fireworks when that confirmation page lit up my screen.
We were so lucky! I am aware through social media sites that others had similar military planning and execution and failed to get their tickets. I said to my husband ‘it was meant to be so we can celebrate our 50th’s'. He was true to form as a devout atheist, scientist ‘No, it's chance and just happened that way’. The tickets sold out within 30 minutes so we got ours by the skin of our teeth but WE DID GET THEM.
see what I mean?