Carlos tells us about his troubles in reaching Glastonbury: Poor Carl Barat has only just got onsite, because security wouldn’t let him in. “They made me walk about four miles to a different entrance,” he tells us, with the air of a man who maybe knows his “don’t you know who I am?” days are numbered. “I’ve missed Pete, and I’m fucking knackered now.” And to add insult to injury, the lens on his RayBans has fallen out. Bad times.
NME, 2009
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