The Green party

Green Man: possibly the only festival where you can witness both an apocalyptically loud Fuck Buttons set and a middle-aged couple washing up their cafetiere...

After a series of scorchers (Glastonbury, the 1234, Truck), I was due a wet festival and Green Man certainly obliged - though the rain failed to dampen the enthusiasm or enjoyment. Review to follow once I've cleared the (ever-increasing) backlog, but expect tales of mulled wine, rainbows, cricket, Wayne Coyne's hamster ball, uninvited tent guests and traitorous pie-related behaviour...