Field music

Afraid the fifth and final installment of the Australia diary won't be up until early next week now - I find myself hoist by the petard of my own ambition once again.

Also to come are the trailered live reviews of The School in Oxford and My Bloody Valentine in Camden - but in the meantime I need to get busy slinging things in a rucksack and (most importantly) finding a receptacle to drink wine out of. Yes, Glastonbury is upon us again.

Hopefully I'll be bumping into him, him, him and him - and this time we won't be sharing horror stories about The Mud.

Festival diary to follow, of course, and likely to feature lots of bits on bands with the word "Black" in their names...