...if the Wombles had the gig.

The Wombles, Mud...

going to Glastonbury seem much less exercised by the whole thing than those who aren't especially those who loudly and continually proclaim they'd have to dragged shouting and screaming through the gates.

is on Radcliffe & Maconie from 1pm today to talk about Glastonbury.

Those pictures just look like the world's whitest and most middle class refugee camp. Glad to be able to watch it from the comfort of the arm chair, with the sound cranked and the wine cooled.

Oh, and £160 cheaper...

Setting up is always a massive pain, but it's merely a few hours compared to several days there.

Whoever put that together for The Guardian likes the word "reveller" a bit too much.

(I got back a few hours ago, just thought I'd catch up on the Blog.)