Right - we're back.
I'm going to be writing about my Glastonbury experience somewhere else, so I won't go on about it too much here. How about some photos though, eh?
ST & C. I'm squinting because of the sun and not because of my advancing state of inebriation. OK?
Obligatory picture of the flag type stuff they put up to try and distract you from the mud, the toilets and the ankle deep litter.
Ali. ST. Beer. Sun. Pyramid. Sorted.
Everyone looks good in a fedora.
OK. Almost everyone.
A few pints before I inexplicably fell asleep in front of Bruce Springsteen.
Festival glamour. She spent much of her time between bands reading a thriller. Written in German. How many people at the festival can honestly say that?
Rich & Laura share a toast.
I think it's fair to say that some people enjoyed Madness more than others.
Blur on the Pyramid.
It wasn't a perfect festival by any means, and in spite of what you may read, it wasn't even the best I've attended, nevermind the best ever... but it was still a lot of fun. Same again next year?
(I'll stick a link up to my more considered thoughts when I get one)
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