No Doubt - aye, they were alright, but I took offence when I heard the singer woman saying "don't let me down, Glastonbury..." apparently, she was labouring under the impression that the audience were somehow there to entertain her!

Coldplay & Starsailor - well, pretty much what I expected really, that thin reedy/weedy voice that so characterises UK guitar bands, at least the ones that get airplay. I think these bands were there to keep the mums & dads happy. I was glad then, to get the chance to hear the much hyped White Stripes - blimey Charlie! there's a thin reedy/weedy voice if ever I heard one!

Meanwhile, over at the dance tent, Mr. Scruff was giving it some, for 3 chuffin' hours! that boy has stamina, and he can spin a mean tune, too. The dance tent looked awesome - enormous it was, & bedecked in resplendant cosmic UV decor, eye candy indeed!

Back at the pyramid stage, the godlike Rolf Harris bestrode the stage like an Antipodean Colossus, belting out his anthems: Stairway to heaven; Jake the Peg....and the other one. The crowd couldn't get enough of him. To finish, he got us all singing 'Tie Me Kangaroo Down Chuck' to the tune of Land of hope & glory - a fitting tribute indeed in this jubliee year, god bless you Rolf!

After the dizzying heights of Rolf, the rest of the festival could've been a bit of a let-down, but fortunately, distractions abounded, like er, wild Roos in the outback. The Caberet stage housed good old Attila The Stockbroker & his punk/poetry thang, and John Ottway, still performing that flippin' Bodytalk thing he did on The Young Ones years ago! I also whitnessed that crazy dame with the angle grinder & metal knickers. There's a stunt to make you wince. The Green fields were great as always, full of beautiful sculptures made of wood, clay, scrap metal etc. The Sacred stone circle thingy field at the top contained some seriously nutted people! My girlfriend commented that this is were the 'most out of it' revellers had congregated, and before long we could see why - the mushroom man was here! & he was taking orders. We made our excuses & left.

And so, with another Glastonbury survived, what are the most striking memories? yep, the horrific toilets are pretty high among them! Do you go for the cubicle types, where you're trapped in a confined space with an overflowing bowl of effluent? I shouldn't if I were you! the open air cesspit types aren't much better, but they're guarunteed to not erupt, Vesuvius style. Also, so many overflowing bins! Seriously! I've never seen so much rubbish in my life. The only things more prolific to the rubbish were all the market stalls, mostly selling edible rubbish. Now, reaising the toilet situation, you'd think that most folk would probably not want to eat that much, wouldn't you? Seemingly not. Some folk will insist on a curry & lager diet, knowing full well the consequences of their actions. Spicy food & be damned!

But shit & trash is not all I'll take home with me, I have vivid memories of Zero7's splendid set, as well as the mighty Faithless, & larking about in the Glade with me bird. Glastonbury rocks!