Rain, mud and the occasional bright blue sky… It can only be Glastonbury.
Without a trusty-time-machine by your side the festival is simply impossible to fully explore within its five-day duration… but… with some crafty planning you can tick a-lot off.
One band, who did tick something off their bucket list on day-one was The Libertines, who were gracing the festival for the first time with Pete in tow, and it was an experience that most who caught them (some for the first time) will cherish.
Saturday was always going to be about a certain Mr Kanye West, and whether you were up at 11-am catching Swim Deep on the Other Stage or saving you’re powder dry for bands and DJ’s to grace the festival a-little later on in, most people seemed to be waiting for the one-man PR machine’s evening arrival.
If Kanye aka “the biggest rock star on the planet” and his exuberant ego divided the festival on Saturday evening, then Lionel Ritchie brought it back together on Sunday afternoon, as a reported 100.000 plus squeezed into the Pyramid stage to watch him ever-so-smoothly go through his repertoire, and really step-up to the plate for the coveted Sunday afternoon ‘Legends’ slot.
Summing up, if Glastonbury confirms one thing, it’s that music brings people together from far, wide and covering all demographics… Hopefully that’ll never change and one things for sure, next year can’t come quick enough.