My Glastonbury commission
-My work was covered in human poo cos mash up people thought it was a toilet
- I threw a polka dot pop up tent on a huge human poo, cos it was making me gag

#GlastonburyExperience

- our caravan was next to what we named skag sex mattress (inflatable caked in mud, that some white guy w long dreadlocks shagged on
- one of the performers was tripping so hard on acid she couldn’t perform

- we carried a piece of Perspex that weighed 100kg though knee deep mud
- the caravan I slept in was previously used for cats to have litters in
- there were green neon spirals on the inside walls of caravan
- WE SAW BEYONCÉ
- I. Was. There. For. 12. Fucking. Days

- As soon as they opened the gates and when first person I saw was wearing a foam Tutankhamen headdress, knee length shorts, flip flops, and I overheard him saying “buzzing at groove armada”, I knew I wasn’t going to have a good time