What a classic Glastonbury 2009 is turning out to be! Some of the flabby old wrinklies on stage look as though they can hardly even stand up! But that's enough about Lily Allen's dress for the moment.
What has really made the event so enjoyable this year has been our new big telly which I've now got wired into the old hi-fi for all round audio with thumping bass from the sub-woofer. Oz always did have a good sense of rhythm. You can almost FEEL you are there, but that may be more due to my other devices - we've slept on the stairs, eaten cold baked beans with senna pods added, used a hole in the back lawn as a toilet and not changed clothes for 3 days. (Nobody noticed the last one in my case)
Highlights have been Steven Stills old Fender, Lady Ga Ga putting on a fabulous visual show, The Ting Tings and best of all, the grouchy old bear Neil Young proving he can still blow them all off the stage. Genius! Blur and Springsteen have yet to come along and spoil the party though.
The BBC should stop their ridiculous self-flagellation (publishing their expenses then wandering through the streets asking for public reaction!??) and congratulate themselves on a Festival coverage second to none which is worth an increase in licence fee all by itself. I only have two gripes (Ed: only two?)
1. Why do we have to have the brilliant show interrupted by tortuous 5 minute segments where a "zany" presenter goes off to see the "wacky" entertainers and extroverts in wigwams and silly haircuts doing "madcap" things like juggling. These buffoons and Colin Hunts in hippy hats and brightly coloured overalls are trying harder than CBBC presenters and think they are being hip and entertaining when they are merely buttock-clenchingly embarrassing. I suppose after 3 days of dodgy latrines at least the buttock-clenching comes in useful.
2. Jo Wiley. She is paid £100,000 a year more than John Humphries to sit in armchairs and talk shite with faux-enthusiasm. I'm sure her surname must give us a clue as to how on earth she obtained this dream gig with zero talent. Bring back Annie Nightingale in shades, I say! She'd do a much better job for a tenth of the fee.
I have to admit that Lily Allen was rather good, strutting up and down singing about effing and blinding and giving head with her grandad gazing down proudly from the VIP balcony. There was a touching moment when she told the crowd how it was exactly a year since she lost her grandma at last year's Glastonbury.
I'm not surprised. It's a massive place and rammed with people.