In reply to Blue Straggler:
Not that I remember. I do remember you couldn't sit down or venture off the main drags or you'd be knee deep in muck.
Most of my mates were a bit older than me and went in 97 too, 98 was worse for the mud apparently. It was also the year they tried to suck the mud out of the dance tent with the poo wagons but ended up blowing tons of shit in by mistake.
I work in events and have had quite a few opportunities to go to Glastonbury and always turned them down. I think that initial trauma really stuck... I got up on the Monday morning, everything I owned was f***** and ruined, I didn't even wait for my mates, just got on a train and left. It was bedlam, people were so wrecked by the conditions they were just smoking huge joints on the train and necking Special Brew for breakfast. The staff basically shut the doors and opened them again in London. I got shepherded through the underground by a kindly old hippy couple to the right train heading north and didn't go to another festival for 5 years.