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High on Real Coffee, too excited to sit down, watching mentalist Ralph Myerz & The Jack Herren Band blasting out twinkly Norwegian electro-space-funk from the Pyramid Stage, jumping about with rosy cheeks and…oh my god, separated at birth! He’s Avid Merrion! Feeling all smiley and at one with the world Blue States with va va voom guitars like a lovely breeze Giant seagulls shuffling about in the theatre field A brief and vague encounter with iyers at the Cider Bus, interrupted by riotous commencement of TBF (copyright bedlam) A torrential shower, a double rainbow, then a beautiful clear sky on Sunday evening Almost fainting during The Bees’ A Minha Menina. Very weird. Early misty morning walks around the green fields and Vague Lostness with a cup of tea before my tent-mates had woken up Bumping into someone I hadn't seen in 10 years The ever-changing peculiar statements on the giant fuzzy-felt board, like some kind of sunsetbeach weblog extravaganza Lucky Jim bringing back chilled holiday memories Excitable bouncy family meet-ups The mysterious powers of ‘Jazz World Cigarettes’ Watching the mighty Orbital meltdown from the hill Chatting to some nice people from London Greenpeace Tough looking baseball-capped lads sheltering from the rain in the acoustic tent ending up gazing tongue-on-the-floor at fey Irish Timotei folkstress Cara Dillon. Delicious Hot Goldie Lookin’ Cheesy Melted Chain confusion Basement Jaxx in full-on party mode Intriguing clay figures in the alternative Gormley Glastonbury ‘Field’. General text messaging overload and chaos Sunday morning at a hazy, smoky stone circle, quietly contemplating the life of grandma llama Blissful sunshine, a paper and pint, and the discovery of jangly Liverpudlians The Stands Amusing Feargal Sharkey-related banter The magical movement that is capoeira Watching fireworks, feeling totally alone amongst thousands Adrian Sherwood on top spacey dub-tastic form Selling a rubbish joke to the second hand joke stall (what’s brown and sticky? a stick! yeah alright...) and winning an even worse one in return Smoky fires, distant cheers and jeers, cidery haze and bedlam looking increasingly confused and pulling his hat further and further down as darkness descended on the stone circle, before being ‘rescued’ by AsomAtous Making up the story to Ride of the Valkyries cos we couldn’t read the subtitles. A bunch of wailing Goths, some helmet-clad brickies, a frowning scary lady, a bare-footed, fur-coated bird who kept getting her puppies out and a Ricky Gervais lookalike with a big stick. Fear the stick! FEAR IT! A running commentary on the very interesting changing consistency of the mud (play-dough, chocolate mousse, cake-mix, gravy...) Damien Rice playing The Blower’s Daughter, Radiohead’s Creep, then Cannonball, and being completely reduced to tears. Synchronised dancing in the mud and sunshine with hot brandy cider to James Brown. Man, he got the fonk! Monday 1am piano, sax, cymbal and kazoo-based singalong knees-up at Henry Beards cafe. A theramin duet rendition of ‘Over The Rainbow’. You don’t get more Glastonbury than that. Right, well that’s another year over with, then…
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