The rain was very steady all day - sort of damp and a bit depressing. I can't really remember any of the support acts because I was getting cold and for amusement I watched people. The steady stream of bodies trudging up the bowl towards the beer tent and back again turned a well worn path into a mudslide. Essex girls who had come to watch Bono strut his stuff were all dolled up in their 80's clothes - white stockings, white stilletoes. (no-one warned them about the mud which eventually swallowed their shoes and splattered their legs). The mud slide was now impossible to traverse and for fun people would hurtle down covered from head to toe in mud. The crowd at the back were enjoying this so much that they(and me) were caught off gard by 11 O'clock tick tock. I was no longer cold.

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