Glastonbury Amnesty 2003

Briggy and I also went to Glastonbury in 2003. We stocked up on pills and weed before we went. Unfortunately the police were pulling in any vehicles obviously bound for Glastonbury on the A303. Despite driving a very inconspicuous Audi A4, we got dragged into a lay-by just after Stonehenge, Glasto parking sticker in the windscreen and all. As we approached the back of the queue of cars before us we could see police tearing pre-pulled vehicles apart, unpacking people’s bags and conducting very thorough and disruptive searches for all to see. The copper that drew us in looked like a Seargent, he had a very important looking uniform and one of those flat hats with the shiny peaks. The deal was you either handed over your drugs to an amnesty bin right then, escaping prosecution, or risk being searched, and if found in possession, prosecuted. Briggy and I simply looked at each other in complete horror. It wasn’t as if we could debate the pros and cons with the filth hanging through Briggy’s window. Anyway, the VIP in blue must have taken our looks of utter horror as a declaration of complete innocence and shock at even having been suspected. He then said, ‘actually, I can see that you two aren’t the sort, carry on,’ and let us go, completely laden with Class A’s.