“Well, that was kind of nice”

Much of the music that I wanted to see having already taken place (and much of that at the same time), Glastonbury Sunday, as usual, was a day of loitering in the more unusual areas of the festival site. As Rob has already reported, we whiled away the morning by watching a mock wedding in ...

“Can We Have That Dinosaur Please?”

Saturday morning brought Hayseed Dixie to the Pyramid stage with their unique brand of hillbilly rock covers. My initial enthusiasm started to wane after a while, in the face of what was, essentially, the same joke repeated for the best part of an hour, but there’s still some degree of amusement to be had as ...

“A pair of good boots should be fine; wellies are a bit OTT” – BBC News pre-Glastonbury Weather Forecast

There was a point, some time on Friday morning, around the time I had finally stopped bailing out our non-waterproof borrowed tent, decamped to the spare (thanks Rob…) and begun hoping my soggy jeans would dry while wiping away the mud that had encrusted on my feet after wading through a pool of indeterminately composed ...

Flight 5065

In the end, on our London Eye thing, we were joined not by Martin White and his stupid accordion playing face, which I briefly glimpsed disappearing into the London skyline with Robin Ince a couple of pods ahead of us, but by everyone’s favourite posh guitar duo, teh Turin Brakes, along with a gang of ...

Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit.

We’re off to a thing on the London Eye tonight (see! What with this and U2 if poverty and trade aren’t history and fair by 9pm tonight, I will be very cross*), so as a result I “packed” for Glasto last night. Consequently I’ve spent most of the day remembering things that I probably should ...

Why I Need To Get Out More

As a small postscript to my U2 review, I’ve just remembered that at one point Mr Bongo asked us all to kindly get out our telephones and Make Poverty History. I’m not sure if we made poverty history, but if not, I think I know why: it’s nothing to do with the reluctance of the ...

“This one’s for all the doctors and nurses. Especially the nurses.”

Say what you like about Irish megastars U2–and you might indeed think them to be slightly pretentious, self righteous middle aged rock stars (hey, you might even want to pick yourself up a “MAKEBONOHISTORY” T-shirt and wander around with it on, I think I might when we see them in Barcelona later this year, you ...

“No! It’s Not Burnt”

In the end, I survived my displacement from our flat on Saturday with little more than a sore head the next day, but this was after an unexpectedly drunken evening at Claire’s birthday on Friday night, which ended with Sally waking me from my drunken slumber and forcibly dragging me out of the venue to ...

Celebrity (Non) Spotting Haiku #2

Did you see that? What? Zoe Wannamaker! No! Yes! She walked past you.

Celebrity Spotting Haiku #1

Zane Lowe. Local pub. Though they said it wasn’t him. I was right, it was.