Life in the Oddest Town in England
In which a Glastonbury bus driver considers how to politely decline magic mushroom induced Plasmatic eyeball-invasion. A guest post by Glastonbury author Geoff Stray.
If you were young in the 1980’s, you might remember articles in teen magazines where they came across people in the street, who had their own unique style, photographed them and asked where they got their clothes. I had a secret dream that I would be spotted in my dull Midlands hometown, recognised as an … Read more
With his vast array of talents, you could say Dan Swann is a Renaissance Man, but you’d be a few hundred years off the mark.
I love living in Glastonbury, it may only be a small Somerset town but it’s got a rich and long history, a vibrant and colourful community (with many oddballs and eccentrics) numerous myths and stories of magic, King Arthur, early Christianity, plus it gave its name to one of the best music festivals in the … Read more
A couple of weeks ago I was making my way up the High Street on an exceedingly gray morning when I saw this in front of me: This chalk mandala, both beautiful and ephemeral, cheered me up considerably. I snapped a quick photo, and posted it up on the Normal For Glastonbury Facebook Page. Thanks to … Read more
I recently posted a video on my Normal For Glastonbury facebook page of a woman walking down Chilkwell Street. She looks unhurried, calm, in fact totally unremarkable, but for the fact she is naked, in the street, in England, in February. I heard about the naked woman from a friend, she posted on Facebook and … Read more
I finally ventured into Mark’s shop ‘Sonus Magus’ to talk about music, Glastonbury and autism. I began by asking ‘what brought him to Glastonbury?’
Wollens feels about as out of the Glastonbury vortex as you can get, it’s on the trading estate, next to the Industrial estate, next door to the gigantic Tesco and opposite KFC and Domino’s Pizza. You could be on the edge of any UK town here, there’s not a crystal shop or a rainbow unicorn to be seen.
Wearyall Hill
November the 1st, a cold snap in the air and the mists of Avalon lay thickly around as we climbed Wearyall Hill to the remains of the Holy Thorn. Tor Webster had invited me along to check out ‘Tor’s Tour of the Tor’. I was accompanying a lady from San Francisco who was on Tor’s week long guided tour. Tor is such a great Glastonbury character that I knew there would be material for the blog, and besides, he’d promised me a free lunch.
