Glasto!

So Glastonbury weekend again and this time I missed it. I haven't seen one picture of Eavis or his simpering daughter, nor have I seen any: mud-caked pillocks gurning at Guardian photographers, Kate Moss in Dior wellies, Doherty's festival teeth, or any of the other tattooed no-hopers hanging out on the fringes of Interzone.

Instead I visited Karl Whitney's excellent site and read the Dumbriffs official Glastonbury coverage. Later on inspired by the spirit of Glasto I went to Woodies DIY, bought a can of black paint, threw it against the living room wall and watched it dry. Best 2.99 I have ever spent during a Glastonbury weekend.