For me, it was my first biggy, Glastonbury 1990.
I was unemployed at the time and had just cashed my giro. Mate of mine comes up to me and says ''Glastonbury this weekend, you up for it?''
I was.

We thumbed a lift from Brynmawr and within two hours we were rocking up at the gates.
Neither of us had a ticket, but we were there.
Being there soon turned into getting in there as we found a gap in the fence and waltzed through.
Acts that weekend included Happy Mondays and The Cure.

We were in for free, tidy.