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Glastonbury 2009 was fantastic. It had everything - sunshine, showers, mud - a run on cider and a distinct lack of Michael Jackson hysteria. (And I'm a fan.) Instead, performers remembered him for his music - Dizzee Rascal did him proud.
One of the things that made me smile every day was passing these tyre creations:
It was usually after visiting the 50p Tea Tent, a 24-hour hangout haven:
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The Tea Tent
View from the pew
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