Field reports

My review of Glastonbury is now finally be all wrapped up, a mere three weeks after the cows got their fields back, but it's only right that I should point you in the direction of those who posted their thoughts before the festival became a distant memory. So...

The Quiz Blogger, now worrying what he might say to Blood Red Shoes guitarist Laura-Mary if he sees her out and about in Brighton, did a good job of conjuring up the atmosphere of Glastonbury for those who've never been: "Look out at the dots of golden light pitting the valley from on top of Flagtopia. See how they shine at the end of it all and forget the awful disgusting nuclear-strength peepee and poopoo whiff that circulated round many a thoroughfare and the appalling need or more truthfully, burning desire to live like an 18th century Cheapside ruffian, which is what most men do and did. Except without the gin and knives."

Swiss Toni's report came in the form of a list of yays and boos - the rain and mess among the latter, and mojitos, Elbow and his Santa hat among the former. The hat seems to have had a particularly potent effect on people, one chap in the urinals asking "if for Christmas I could make his knob bigger when he was on drugs so that he would be better able to find it (he said he hadn't been a very good boy this year so far, so I told him he had six months to try and turn things around)". Damn Shaky for not playing 'Merry Christmas Everyone'.

And, for thoughts on loads of bands and artists I didn't see and am effing glad I didn't (The Hoosiers, The Feeling, Will Young) and completely different perspectives on a handful I did (Black Mountain: "a bit waily and boring"), as well as LB's tale of coming face-to-face with one of his musical heroes, head over to Don't Go To Vegas for write-ups of each day: Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

Andy's largely pictorial diary is brilliant for anyone like me, who spent all their time rushing between the major music stages and only ventured into the Green Fields and Shangri-La when in such a state I was unable to take any of it in...

And last but not least, Del has been even more tardy than me with his review - it's still in construction - but the photo he posted upon his return sums up the Glastonbury feeling better than any words could anyway.