I have fallen in love. With Glastonbury.

I got back Tuesday night, but I think I only just really recovered now. One of the best, and no doubt one of the craziest weekends of my life. Very little sleep, very, very, very much fun.

I saw twentyfour bands in three days. I saw the sun come up twice in a row. I met a thousand people. I regularly laughed until I was gasping for air. I walked about fivehundred kilometres and danced for hours (in gumboots). I ruled the dancefloor. I ate toasted sandwiches. I hugged my friends. I met superman. I drank lots of cider (and some vodka). I made a fire. I danced in the rain. I burnt my nose. I wore silly hats. I made up stories. I laughed at people (a lot. Because there was so much to laugh about.) I screamed. I got goose bumps. I loved it, loved it, loved it. I had the absolute time of my life. I will be back (that's for sure).