As I finally got the chance to wash four days worth of mud, sweat and sunscreen off my smelly post-Glastonbury self yesterday, I had a chance to reflect on another fantastic but over-all-too-soon festival weekend. Now that the true horror that is being back at work has firmly set in, I feel it’s time to write about it.

I’m not sure if it was my best festival ever, but it was pretty close. From the moment we settled in to our cracking camping spot (just up from the pyramid stage) onwards, (this after a helpful steward told us that that part of the campsite was “full”, and we sneaked up behind the property lock-up tent to find that it was not) everything just worked out brilliantly.

We saw and heard some cracking bands. Since getting back, I have already picked up The Thrills and Polyphonic Spree albums (and I have Pete Yorn’s “Musicforthemorningafter” on order from play – his cover of She Bangs The Drum, “for Manchester”, was one of my musical highlights).

The rain also held off for the most part, which is definitely a good thing given my personal lack of proper preparation. And as we discovered on Friday lunchtime, there’s only so long you can watch the Inspirals go through the motions while sitting outside your tent on top of a plastic bag and under an umbrella.

For almost the whole of the rest of the weekend, the sun shone brightly and I was suitably burnt as a result (and am now rather tanned, as I was surprised to discover yesterday when I finally got a chance to look in the mirror for the first time in several days).

Oh and I…
Drank a lot of cider, and vodka.
Heard Radiohead (whose new album has finally started to grow on me) play Fake Plastic Trees, Street Spirit, and Lucky.
Heard the Manics play Take The Skinheads Bowling.
Heard Moby play Creep
Saw Wayne Coyne drenched in the usual fake blood, surrounded by furry animals while beach balls bounced around a joyful crowd.
Very much enjoyed the Polyphonic Spree in the warm, fading, Saturday afternoon sunshine (the perfect combination).
Wondered where Pete Libertines Docherty was.
Remembered being 18 while Supergrass ran through their hits.
Can’t believe I’m back at work already. Is V festival really the next thing I have to look forward to?