Ah man, aren't baths great? I was so looking forward to a long soak, but the water turned a manky brown colour within seconds. And boy, am I knackered.
Right then. I didn' go away just to have fun. Oh no. Me (and my artistic skills) were required for the build of the Lost Vagueness Chapel, and my particular job was helping out with the stained glass windows (the link shows last year's chapel at Glastonbury)
We had to build these things from scratch, hence getting down so early. Sheila wanted to make decent windows so it was decided to make the wooden frames, stretch white muslin across them and then size them with a wonderfully smelly rabbit skin glue (nice). The resultant fabric then becomes taunt on the frame, opaque and paper-like. We set about making 5 windows initially - 2 large at 4m x 2.2m, 2 small at 2m x 1m and a middle window which was later disgarded. Big windows. The frames became monsters in themselves, the sizing (and drying) took forever and each night we went back to our tents smelling of farmyards. Y'gotta remember that we still didn't have running water or electricity at this point... infact our camp and marquee was the last to get any such facilities. The festival site is a long, narrow one, and all crew facilities were near the main entrance of the site. And as you might have guessed, our area was at the opposite end, some 20+ mins walk away. But we did get porta-loos on the 3rd day, a mere 5 mins walk away.
There's nothing exciting to report from the first few days, and pictures of the frames being made would be a tad boring. True to style though, an injury occured. No glass windows this time, just a staple gun. A staple gun that was being loaded upside down, with a spring loaded mechanism and too many staples. And it's way of pointing out that I was trying to fill it with too many staples was to catapault straight into my face, hitting me in the mouth. It bloody hurt and was lucky not to take a tooth out. Here's a shot of my lovely bruise developing.
Frames finished and size dry, my main job was to draw and cut all the stencils. Sheila had great ideas for the images, and so I set about making them in different sizes to fit into the different windows. Devils and cupids, guns and hearts were on the menu, and rather got into drawing stylized hand pistols and AK47's. So much so, that I ended up working a 14hr shift until 10pm one night. The day after say me drawing around said stencils onto the screens (windows) which turned into another huge effort. Here it got a tad subversive, and had the devils shooting the cupids and such. Love it ;)
Meanwhile, the scaffy lads were building the front of the chapel around the marquee and I was mighty pleased not to be doing that job. All of the corrugated iron had to be sprayed in white paint (enter Roger). Really don't think that folk realise just how much work goes into building for an event like this - there were crew for everything, working damn hard to meet the thursday night deadline. You might notice that during the build we didn't have the best weather... thankfully we did nab the hospitallity tent as a workshop for a couple of days.
As time we went on, we got extra help by way of Johnnie and Piers who helped brilliantly with painting the stained glass effects and building and painting the chapel style window frames. Getting too tired to form words now, so shall just let the photos do the talking....
It was hard work, but it looked damn good in the end, if I may say so myself. If anyone was around this year at the festival, hope you liked the handy work ;)
Time to chill out now with a movie and a beer. More festival antics to follow as soon as my brain is capable. Over and out.