When the fat lady sings its definately not over at Glastonbury. Once the bands and the main stages finish those who know head via Arcadia to The Areas, those who don’t follow! All manor of unknowns hit the senses, if you have any left, as heaven and hell vie for your soul, pleasure, pain and indulgence are available in great measure. From the hard edged Block 9 into Shangri-La, the mysterious Cave, The Rum Shack and its randomness, The Snakepit and Bez’s Acid House, life becomes twisted in the horridors of weird and amazing sideshows, only the dawn hastens sleep and with it a brief interlude from the Glasto post apocalyptic world of the night.