Words really are failing me, which I shall blame on my having approximately one hour of sleep per night at the festival. I would happily spend the day recovering but I have to go out and get some Euros and repack for the next part of my summer jaunt. I can't believe this time tomorrow I'll be in Brussels - I've not even had time to get excited about it!

Here's some pictures (though there may soon be some videos knocking about, including me playing the woodblock along to MGMT). If you're one of those people who automatically thinks 'mud' and nothing else when they hear the word Glastonbury, perhaps these will change your mind.

Tim on top of the tower in the Park.

Cabaret.

My brother Adam and cousin Suzy.

Franz Ferdinand behind us in the crowd for Sons and Daughters' performance at the Park.

Me and Franz frontman Alex!

Same band, performing that night. Just brilliant.

A village fete at Glastonbury. Why not!?

Tim and I got our faces painted in the Kidz field.

Baz, Ric and me.

Me and Adam, Jazzworld field and the happiness-inducing pear cider.

Ric and Baz.

This was on Saturday night shortly, I believe, before we went to an impromptu rave outside a wine bar.

A blonde wig and myself.

Found Jo Whiley at the Wishing Tree.

Zutons.

Fraser on the right...completely fucked! I just look happy about my hat!

This was after we'd been on the cider again.

The very last picture I had taken. The expression says it all.

And that was my Glastonbury.

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