it was good but not great.. this was partly due to the energy sapping qualities of mud, the absense of any bands I absolutely had to see & being unable to rendezvous effectively with my nearests & dearests. but it had it’s ‘moments’ and I will return

above all else I loved dancing on that springy floor in the leftfield tent especially to rodney p on thursday night & that bloke from the specials on saturday.. it was a shame that there weren’t that many other good opportunities to really shake it.

the hot club of cowtown were this years zion train.. able to get a tired crowd to go wild. one of my glasto moments was when their guitarist acknowledged the wild applause at the end of a dizzying solo with an almost imperceptible nod and the merest suggestion of a smile.

krafty kuts were quite a discovery but it will take a lot to make me go back to the glade next time..too crowded.. liljen & I were there when norman cook & chemical bros were coming on but after losing each other over a distance of 6ft there really wasn’t any point staying.

the divine comedy were grand though I wish he’d sung ‘my lovely horse’

buck 65 sang the best song about incest i’ve ever heard

goldie looking chain left me warm, fuzzy, impressed & amused.. they looked like they were having a great time & were infectiously enthusiastic. you knows it!

of the chemical bros, basement jaxx & orbital my 1st & 2nd votes go to the jaxx.. absolutely no contest!
why the fuck did orbital keep pausing & then go off for at 11:40 before a completely fake “encore”? tossers!

of other stuff my tent stayed dry, as did my feet but i do wish i’d had something other that slick soled shoes (i did a lot of slip siding away) tequila in the greenpeace tent was top, as was the baghdaddies 8yr old bodypopper, the perry was best thing to drink & the common or garden vegeburger was my food of choice. very pissed off by the hipocracy of astrologer jonathan cainer pretending to be a hippie in the Q daily (he’s the highest paid man on fleet street! )

was rather pleased that the last thing i went to was a small tent with bez stumbling round swearing into a microphone to a madchester soundtrack.

btw – have you heard the rumour? apparently Prince will be playing next year!

About caspar

Caspar is just one monkey among billions. Battering his keyboard without expectations even of peanuts, let alone of aping the Immortal Bard. By day he is an infantologist at Birkbeck Babylab, by night he runs
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