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Glastonbury
festival toilets
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The
Glasto loos are legendary and all part of the rich festival experience of camping
in the wonderful organic countryside of Somerset with over 115,000 other people. |
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According
to the festival organisers the toilets are cleaned and the slurry pits
are emptied
at least once a day - there were 22 poo trucks emptying in 2004.
Keep well away when they are sucking out - the consequences
of a slip with the hose are ... bad! The dance tent floor in 1997 became flooded
with poo when a tanker tried to suck out excess water inside the tent - due to
heavy rain, and hit the 'pump out' button instead of 'pump in' ... |

portable toilets
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Long
drop
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main types of loos at Glastonbury are the portable toilets, and
the 'long drop' cubicles. |


urinals
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Portable toilets are fine on the first couple of days - before
the main influx of ticket holders, but after that they are a bit
like Russian roulette. Avoid using the toilets in the main camping
areas, and try and watch the expression on people coming out of
them, as there can be some revolting sights lurking inside the innocent
looking festival tardis.
If its hot then they are pretty unbearable,
some people take to wearing masks before they enter the dreaded zones - but nothing
stops the smell, all you can do is try and hold your breath whilst you're inside.
Blokes also have the option to visit the urinals, so there's no need
to pee in the streams or hedges.
Glastonbury's
festival licence states there must be 300 metres of urinals. In 2004 it had 400m,
plus 150m of 'She pee' urinals for women. |
'Long
drop' loos are the best choice as the festival gets under way - they don't
smell much, but try not to look down as the roofless stable-doored stalls are
positioned above a huge pit - its a long way down.
Not many of them have locks so make sure you look out for feet before bursting
in on anyone. We've all heard the urban myth of a baby being accidently dropped
down the hole, but in reality take care your mobile/wallet/keys don't fall out
of your pockets as you lower your jeans! | |
| 'Shee-pee'
loos: women-only urinals were introduced in 2004 - the girly pink screens
were located at either side of the main Pyramid stage - you are handed
a special, disposable cardboard
funnel - called a P-Mate - to help you aim!
The urinals are grouped in fours with dividing partitions between each one. They
were policed to prevent blokes using them.
Shee-pee urinals have been used
at other festivals, including in the Netherlands and have proved very popular.
As long as it keeps down the queues, whatever colour the better! |

She-Pee
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African
Pit Latrines
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worth queuing (even up to 45 minutes) towards the end of the weekend for the African
pit latrines at the top of Greenfields, in the sacred space - King's Meadow.
The charity Water
Aid
usually provides about nine of these - wish there were more. They are cleaned
by volunteers and they give you a jug of water when you use them to help them
stay fresh. It's a free service, but most people tend to give a small donation
'cos they're so grateful for the pleasant experience.
WaterAid also distribute
free drinking water to thirsty fans around the main stage. Glastonbury festival
uses one million gallons of water over a period of five days. |
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think it's bad now! Back in the 70's the 'toilets' were only hand dug
holes in the ground, framed with scaffolding and rough strips of sacking dividing
them off ...less people using them though. |
The
Hell on Earth -
a cautionary tale
As soon
as I awoke I knew I would have to go. The dreaded journey,
the
same one I had been repeating for two days and it was getting
worse. You couldn’t imagine just how bad it could be. But that
driving human instinct drove me to line up with the rest, all
dreading our reactions when we finally reached the door and
waded inside. Some were wearing scarves wrapped tightly around
their faces now, giving them a sinister eastern appearance
or
in some cases more of an urban terrorist look. At least it
protected them from the searing sun that beat down on us as
we stood in
our lines. Eye contact was hardly made this early in the morning,
but you could see the fear in many as they neared their destination.
There were more behind me now than in front as we shuffled steadily
forward. Eyes were raised in unison when a Police Landrover
approached the fenced enclosure, but after a quick look they
drove swiftly past. I began to plan which option to go for as
I could see my queue had the choice of two graffiti covered
doors. There were no outward signs as to which held the most
horrors; it was just down to luck. I felt close to bursting
now as one man stood between me and relief. He was swaying gently
in a hypnotic manner that made me long to copy him, just to
take my mind off what was now becoming pain. His blonde dreadlocks
swayed low down his back and I wondered how it felt to shake
them round his head, or lay on them as he slept. He blearily
watched a girl emerge then lurched forward, fumbling clumsily
with the door, but finally finding his way inside and slamming
it shut.
I tried not to breathe through my nose now as acrid fumes filled
the air. The door in front of me began to rock, then suddenly
the whole cubicle slammed face down onto the dusty ground.
There
was a general cry of horror from the lines as we all heard
the ghastly liquid ‘slosh’ from within. There was mass hesitation,
until a few brave souls stepped forward and together rolled
the metal box, so that the door was uppermost. Suddenly the
occupant kicked it open, and amid the groans of pity everyone
stepped back. We saw his dripping foot emerge first, followed
by his soiled hands pushing himself up and out of his nightmarish
prison…..covered from beautiful dreadlocks to open-toed sandals…in
……..urghhhhhh! Then he ran fleeing from the hundreds of eyes
that were full of pity. I entered the portable toilets next door, which
seemed a good choice. I’d be free from using them for a few
hours now and could enjoy the last day at Glastonbury - but
maybe not breakfast yet!
Copyright
© RG 2002-2004
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Read
The Guardian's 2004 Glastonbury Festival -
Toilet Watch
and written comments from people using 2003 Glasto's portable toilets
- The
Guardian |
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The
Green
Police
patrol warning
everyone to 'use the loo – or lose the Festival' !
Compost
The
food
traders use
bio-degradable containers,
so more waste is composted. This reduces the amount of organic waste sent to
landfill sites after the festival. Organisers aimed for the target of 16%
of all
festival litter being recycled.
Everyone gets a green and black bin
bag as they enter the festival site.

Bringaloo
Paul
McCartney brought his own toilets with him in 2004. The posh loos were even
sectioned off so only he and wife, Heather Mills, could use them.
1999
the Manic Street Preachers brought their own portable toilets with them to Glasto.

The
poo tanker carries on all night..
Glastonbury lagoon
Sounds exotic, but
I wouldn't seek it out!
The 'lagoon' rests
high on a south-facing slope by the cowsheds of Worthy Farm. The 12ft-deep
lagoon is full of the contents of all 2,800 of the festival's
delightful loos - it can hold up to 700,000 gallons of muck. The festival
poo is exported to dozens of sewage treatment plants.
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