Glastonbury 2007: A place of potential serious intestinal infection, yes, but a place of potential love? Apparently. Even decked out in head-to-toe waterproofs and a poncho that makes you look like a teletubby, it seems it's possible to catch the eye of a suitor. Take this heart-warming plea from a Ms. Andrea Stevens, which contains a story so sweet that we just felt compelled to try and help.
Her missive ran as follows:
Hello I was wondering if you could help me out or if you have a way of tracking people down that you met at the festival? On Friday, just before Bloc Party, I met a random guy covered head to toe in mud; I think he had been wrestling. As everyone was laughing at him I decided to help out and took him up to the showers and waited with him, then walked him back to his tent. He was dressed in just a towel on the way back, it was hilarious. We got him back to his tent and found him some clothes (as he decided to bin the others!). We arranged to meet the next day, but I became ill, then I fell down a hole in the mud and gashed my leg open! I never made it back
[climactic pause inserted by us to add to drama of situation.]
I heard from friends afterwards that he was looking for me near my tent. I never even got his phone number. All I know is he is called Luke, from Australia, and I think he is living in London. He is about 24 years old and he was camped to the right side of the pyramid stage up the side of the hill. The people camped by him had a huge black New Zealand flag. I'm so unlucky and have been thinking "what if?" since coming home. I really regret not being able to drag myself back to his tent. please help as you can see I will try anything!!! xx
Andrea Stevens
It's just like a Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks rom-com: boy rolls in mud, girl falls in hole and gashes her leg open, both miss seeing Bloc Party. It's a tale as old as time. So if you're a 24-year-old Australian called Luke who likes to wave Kiwi flags and who got muddy down on Worthy Farm this weekend (or you know a Luke who did...) please drop us an email at music.editor@theguardian.com.