Nominated for Top Dudedom unless founding & organizing the greatest and most chilled Music and Performing Arts Festival in the world is too much like hard work ??
Seconded. On my first trip to Glastonbury Festival I was doing my volunteer bit by directing traffic (have you ever tried to tell a group of hairy, pissed-off biker Dudes - who, for some reason, were packed tight into a Mini-Metro - that they were going the wrong way and that they had better turn around and go back? It went surprisingly well ;D); when out of the corner of my eye a battered Range Rover pulls up on the grass bank by a gate I was . . erm, guarding. The driver got out and on a conditioned reflex I told him that he couldn't park there. The guy looked me over, briefly and then, serenely ignored me. Yeah, it was Mr. Eavis himself - much :-[ for me but the fact that he didn't do a "do you know who I am?" number, warmed-me to the Dude.
Truth be told he is a great enabler of Dudeism and therefore worthy of great Dude . . y'know, status or what-have-you.