Glastonbury through the years: the mother of all festivals

As Glastonbury 2016 draws to a close, our man in the field recalls his first ‘miraculous’ visit in 1994, and the music, madness and magical transformation that have seen him return 17 timesThe first time I went to the Glastonbury festival it healed me. Truly. It was 1994. Three weeks earlier I’d been attacked in the street of my university town, knocked to the pavement and kicked in the head several times. I woke up in hospital with bruises and concussion, then drifted throug...

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