The signs were bad. From day one of the 1998 
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Glastonbury Festival, it had poured with rain. 
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Rather than whooping it up, revellers were being 
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carted off with sprains and breaks after slipping 
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in the mud.
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Robbie was terrified of going on: he knew that 
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while a trusty Glastonbury favourite might perk up 
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the crowd, there was every chance his own slot 
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could go down disastrously. Hell, there might not 
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even be a crowd. 
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The last time Robbie had been to Glastonbury was 
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in 1995. After stuffing a load of champagne in the 
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back of a borrowed Jag, he had arrived in Somerset 
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to be met at the gate by Liam Gallagher.
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