I went once. Bloody freezing it was. it rained, and I couldn't get the tent up. Despite what I said, my friend left the heater on in the car, so the battery went dead. So we had to push start it, in the mud. Which isn't easy with a Morris Marina.
My friend's disturbing obsession with Echo and the Bunnymen became really annoying, as he began to interpret even the mildest observation as some kind of personal attack. It got to the point where even Muslim fundamentalists were stepping in and telling him, and his wife, to lighten up a bit.
No, I didn't enjoy Glastonbury.