We ended the day with Seasick Steve at the Acoustic tent - sitting on chairs at the back, listening. There's no point in overdoing it on day one.
Back at the tent, some hoodlums decided to have a guitar-off at 3am. I heckled, but they didn't hear me.
Hoodlum: Why shush - it's like a fucking library in here. Give me a library card.
Me: Library card? Surely that assumes you can read.
I was moody about losing sleep to people with lack of respect. Glasto 2008 wasn't populated by too many people who gave a shit.