Amy Johnston, 2000

I have just had a message from Ranen, pointing out that, at about 6pm on June 22nd 2000, he picked me up from work after answering my plea for a lift share to Glastonbury. TWENTY YEARS AGO. The only question I could think to ask him, when he asked if there was anything I wanted to know about him was "Are you an axe murderer?" I promised him sandwiches, which he has still never received. We got stuck in traffic and ended up pitching tents at 4am, then hung out together for the rest of the festival. He was so hooked on the festival that he set up a walkabout act that we did together for years. Without him, I'd never have dared to buy the Housebox and it would never have made it back on to the road.Sadly, all my pictures from that year are in the studio, on bits of paper, because it was the olden days.Mates for life thanks to that lift-share. I must make him some sandwiches.