Swings and roundabouts

Quite an eventful weekend, all told - humiliated by my football team once again on Saturday, but, like Phill, on Sunday the proud owner of a virtual ticket for The Glastonbury Festival Of Contemporary Performing Arts. It's strange the elation you can experience at the knowledge that you've just paid well over £100 to stay in a very probably muddy field in the middle of Somerset.

In truth, I didn't actually buy the ticket myself - I'm indebted to J for that. Thankfully, though, the whole procedure seemed to progress far more smoothly than it did last year, when the site kept crashing and the phone lines were jammed. It's good to know that Michael Eavis and Vince Power have taken the nightmarish experience on board and changed the system for the better this year, not least by putting tickets on sale on a weekend for the benefit of those who couldn't stay up all night on a weeknight last year hoping to get through.

Of course, this means I'll get to see a whole host of bands and drink near-fatal quantities of the local scrumpy, and you'll have to suffer another SWSL Glastonbury review - just console yourselves with the fact that there won't be one next June, when Eavis gives the site a year off for rest and recuperation.