Glastonbury was fantastic! It's the first time I've been camping with 150,000 other people. Okay, it got a bit smelly (didn't bother even trying to get a shower) but the weather was mostly fantastic. The only bit of mud we saw was on Friday morning, and it had dried up by mid-afternoon, but that was enough for us to see how bloody awful it could have been. It was a new experience to have not a single chair for three days, but you could argue that we sat in the car for long enough there and back, I suppose.

This year's festival had a chilled vibe and was particularly crime-free (some say it was too well-organised), but it was still cool to be able to camp near Claire and her mates. I felt they looked after us first-timers, and I'm sure I wouldn't have got as much out of the festival without them - our bit of late night wandering on the Saturday night certainly was an eye-opener! We also saw Justin's friends Matt, Tamara and Will, who we'd last seen in Madrid.

The bands I particularly liked over the weekend were The Darkness (what a "pomp-rock" performance!), Moloko (mad), Macy Gray (funky and crowd-pleasing), the new band with the bloke from The Prodigy (us in the mosh-pit really giving it some), and Moby (who put on a joyous set and whose female vocalist has an outstanding voice). But almost the nicest thing about the festival was not having to pay too much attention to who was playing. You could just let the music flood into your subconscious and feel happy.

On the way back to London, Steve, Justin, Sam & I stopped off at Stonehenge to marvel at Britain's most important prehistoric monument. It really does make you marvel at the achievements of people who lived so long ago. I can't see anyone's Ikea bookshelf lasting 5,500 years! The evening saw a definite return to civilisation, with showers all round and a lovely meal in an Italian restaurant in Chalk Farm with Steve, Hugh and Laura (who I hadn't seen since Andy's wedding in Harrogate last year).