This year, for the first time, I volunteered as an Oxfam steward, taking on three eight-hour shifts - and, as such, I felt an even more heightened sense of anticipatory anxiety ahead of the Festival than usual.
What if I quite frankly was not fit enough to do a full week in a tent? What if I was rubbish at what I was being asked to do?
What if it rained all week and I just could not hack being damp and miserable for that long?
But I really needn't have worried - particularly with regards to any prospect of a washout.
OXFAM requires its volunteers to arrive at Glastonbury Festival by Tuesday at the latest - and, better still, by Monday evening.
Therefore, I booked the 11:31 train from Newcastle to arrive at Castle Cary - the nearest station to the Festival site - at 18:14 on Monday 23 June.
An early problem presented itself at Doncaster where my connecting Hull Trains service to London Kings Cross was cancelled as a result of industrial action - and so I hastily gathered all of my stuff on the platform and reboarded my initial train all the way to the capital.
In London, I diverted from the direct route between Kings Cross and Paddington to buy some tent pegs on Tottenham Court Road - and so it was only once I boarded the service to Somerset that I was able to feel a little more relaxed about everything.
From Castle Cary, I bit the bullet and took a rather expensive taxi to Blue Gate near the Oxfield but gladly made it on time to register.
There, I received my all-important luminous tabard, my briefing pack including my shift times, my ID lanyard and wristbands, and my meal and shower vouchers.
My shift times and areas were confirmed as follows:
- Wednesday 25 June - Pedestrian Gate A - 05:45-14:00
- Thursday 26 June - Vehicle Gate 5 - 13:45-22:00
- Saturday 28 June - Pedestrian Gate D - 21:45-06:00
In short, I had hit the jackpot!
These were great shifts to be allocated with two of them completed even before the main stages kicked off and an overnight stint during which the only significant artist appearances were the Saturday night headliners.
For the rest of Monday, I took a whistle-stop wander around bits of the site before, tired from the long journey from the North East, I got myself cozied up in my sleeping bag for my first night in a week of tent-dwelling.
At that stage, my mind was still racing about just what I had let myself in for - but an entertaining, though mandatory, hour-long briefing - delivered on Tuesday at 3pm - provided some guidance and reassurance.
During the briefing, we learned about the different roles to be undertaken, the security features of the various tickets, and the support available to us.
However, there was a disappointing lack of specific information about working on Vehicle Gates (see shift 2 below).
Nevertheless, we were advised that a far more detailed briefing would be delivered by a supervisor at the start of each of our shifts during which our exact roles would be allocated.
The remainder of Tuesday was unquestionably a time to try and relax, and I made a quick tour of a few of the crew bars available to staff and volunteers before the Festival gates open such as Maceos, the Tow and Hitch, and a couple of others.
Still, I returned to the tent around 10pm for a responsibly early night ahead of my first ever work at Glastonbury Festival, starting at 5.45am!
Shift 1 - Wednesday 25 June
at Pedestrian Gate A - 05:45-14:00
Now, anyone who has ever known me will be aware that my attendance at a pre-6am shift was almost a miraculous effort in itself.
However, I quickly realised that this was the place to be for my first ever shift. Pedestrian Gate A almost always attracts the television cameras and Glastonbury glitterati for its proximity to the Festival bus station.
Allocated a standard ticket-checking and scanning role, there was palpable feeling of nerves and excitement ahead of the official opening of the gates shortly before 8am.
And then came a real lump-in-the-throat moment as Emily Eavis helped her father Michael out of a vehicle in a wheelchair to acknowledge the crowds as a small band played the theme from Chariots of Fire.
Thereafter, it was down to work - except it did not really feel like work to offer a warm welcome to everyone who had waited so patiently outside.
The shift was notable for one runner who appeared to evade Security - and a couple of other punters who, without the correct credentials, were dealt with effectively.
But, while part of the role of the Oxfam steward was to be on the lookout for anything that did not look or feel right, most of the eight hours passed by steadily, with only the sharply-rising temperature beyond midday causing any sort of discomfort.
The end of the first shift produced a little surge of confidence in myself - and I knew, after a decent rest, that I could enjoy the rest of Wednesday in the knowledge that I had done my bit to get the party started...
Shift 2 - Thursday 26 June
at Vehicle Gate 5 - 13:45-22:00
From a busy Pedestrian Gate on Wednesday to a nearby busy Vehicle Gate on the following afternoon - this was a rather different, and initially extremely confusing, experience as a team of four of us managed two lanes of traffic heading into the Festival.
My senses were heightened by the constant hum of idling engines as they waited at the checkpoint with some larger vehicles - trucks and tour buses, most notably - having kicked up a lot of dust on yet another scorching afternoon.
For sure, there was a different type of clientele on this shift than the excited punters on the day prior with the arrival instead of loads of production staff, delivery workers as well as site worker and hospitality tickets.
Performers and their guests were also beginning to arrive - including Joe Goddard of Hot Chip and some friends of the Alabama 3 - though presumably the Oxfam volunteers over the weekend had the opportunity to be a little more star-struck.
In another notable difference to the Pedestrian Gate, though, the Vehicle Gate had its own dedicated staff - and dealt with some of the tickets themselves.
Nevertheless, there was still no shortage of stubbing and scanning of EPOs for us volunteers.
Following a late break, the remainder of the shift brought the far more laidback responsibility of liaising with the Security staff and literally using a blue marker pen to write the number of occupants of a vehicle on its windscreen.
But, as the last of the evening sunshine disappeared behind the treeline and the temperature cooled, the end of the shift was a welcome feeling especially as there was now almost 48 hours to indulge in the Festival as a punter.
Shift 3 - Saturday 28 June
at Pedestrian Gate D - 21:45-06:00
Fully into the swing of the Festival by this point - and on an emotional high following the glorious performance of Pulp on the Pyramid Stage - the overnight shift had the reputation for providing its own challenges.
Notably, depending on exactly where you are stationed, I was warned that the shift would drag if there were not a lot of people to deal with.
Moreover, it would have the potential to seem even longer if the temperature dropped significantly as is often the case in the Mendip Hills even at the very height of the summer.
As such, I took a jumper, wore my warm, waterproof trousers and three pairs of socks and mentally prepared myself for a long night.
Instead, cloud cover ensured the night remained mild with little to no breeze - and, although I decided on my break that I still needed my jumper for the second half of the shift, there was little time to think about anything else.
From towards the end of the headliners at around 11pm, it was a remarkably busy shift as a steady stream of people - in varying states of drunkeness and joy - passed through the Gate D throughout the whole of the night right until 6am.
Hopefully they all remembered their Pass Outs for re-entry on Sunday - though, in reality by 6am, my own thoughts had rather drifted to dropping off for a full morning of sleep to a soundtrack of light drizzle against the canvas of the tent.
Still, before I hit the sack, I embraced my good friend Jonathan for prompting this opportunity to attend Glastonbury which never would have been possible without his regular gentle arm twists.
Wednesday and Thursday
I really scored on my Oxfam shifts which effectively offered the opportunity to have fun on all the major nights of the festival between Wednesday and Sunday, except for the overnight Saturday.
Friday
In an unexpectedly sprightly start to Friday, I made my way back to Pyramid for the opening act proper on the stage as Supergrass started things off with their up-tempo brand of Britpop.
After being frazzled throughout Friday - and with my shift coming at the end of the day - I was fairly unambitious with my Saturday plans and so missed the return of the Kaiser Chiefs to Pyramid.
Sunday
Nothing did, as it happens - but, with all my shifts completed, it was still a fantastically fun day.





