It's 1995, it's hot. It's the first year that Glastonbury festival has a dance tent. Carl Cox is playing, Eat Static, Massive Attack. On the stage? Oasis, Pulp, Orbital, Portishead... Impoverished student DJ's, Max and Chris want to be there, and decide to hitch. Terrifying, exhilarating, thrilling drug-driven madness. A wild and smoky rollercoaster ride from moody start to psychotic finish. 'Hard snorting, pill popping, gun-toting madness at breakneck speed. The Glastonbury Trip will have you chewing your nails to the quick, your knuckles to the bone long before you reach the last page.' As the orange Ford Capri squeals toward the motorway, five minutes after picking up their third ride, the only question is: will they make it to the festival alive? 'Declan makes Don Logan from Sexy Beast seem sane.' 'If you let your grandmother read this, make sure you've got a paramedic in the room.' 'Sex, drugs and nasty thugs. My kind of book.' 'I couldn't sleep for two days while I was reading part one of The Glastonbury Trip. I can't wait for part two. I want to know what happens to everybody. I won't sleep until I do.' 'Plays out like a high octane flick.'