Oh I’m so glad we didn’t go to Glastonbury in the end. I did a muddy Glasto in 1998 and couldn’t face doing it again.

Sure, in some ways it’s fun - watching Robbie Williams (who was Glastonbury stuff back then) while knee deep in mud (and said mud dripping down the top of your wellies) is a real novel experience - but after a couple of days, it gets dull and tiring. Getting anywhere - between stages, back to your (mud-filled) tent, getting food, waiting for the toilet - because a leg-muscle aching slog and if it rains/drizzles constantly while you’re there (as it did in 1998), you spend the whole time with your head bowed to avoid getting soaked and miss half the festival. Sigh. In the end, we bailed out half way through the Sunday evening, got the last room at a Travellodge just up the motorway and had the best showers of our lives :)

Of course, if it goes the other way and is baking hot at a fest, I complain too. I’ve had Reading Fest sunburn that’s last longer than my wristband :)