Field of dreams

I had a pretty easy ride at Glastonbury. It only rained once but that was enough to give me a taste of what a sess-pit it must have been last year. It was really a Glastonbury that belonged to all those who had battled through the mud before me but i just rolled on up and enjoyed every last ray.

We missed most of the bands we'd circled in our programmes but i saw all the acts i really wanted to see. All the others i just knew one of their songs and i couldn't be bothered walking for 15 minutes then waiting for 30 minutes so i could sing along for 3 minutes.