We ARE Worthy (Farm)!

Frustranticipation (n): the feeling you get when frantically trying to book Glastonbury tickets.

So, yes, embarrassingly it's come to pass - I'm in possession of a virtual ticket for the 2011 festival before the SWSL diary of this year's shebang is anywhere near complete. I'm hanging my head in shame - though obviously the fact that I'll be going back to Pilton again next June is some consolation.

The booking process seemed a little more fraught this morning than in recent years, but we finally secured our tickets around 11.30am, with them selling out in record time just after 1pm.

Not everyone who wanted a ticket could be successful, of course - so spare a thought for (for instance) the poor gals at Red magazine, who took time out of their busy schedule cooing over Kate Moss and breathlessly informing the world they sat "next to Giselle at tea time" to try and get tickets for "Team Red". Something smells fishy, though: "They say they're sold out but on sale again in March... marketing ploy?" Er, no, that'd be when any tickets not paid for in full are released... Clearly Worthy Farm is going to be a poorer place without them.