Three weeks to go and the Glastonbury line-up has now been unleashed on an eager world. The Beeb has the low-down here.
Ah, the music. The talent. The sheer energy of so many top-class bands in (more-or-less) one place. I'm not even going to bother going through all the great names there are because any opinion expressed is mine own and you don't care, do you? Do you? Didn't think so. Me neither. Honest!
This is why. The line-up in 2005 was frustrating. Frustratingly good, that is. It caused a logistical nightmare when two acts were on in different places and there was little chance of seeing both. Fatboy Slim was a casuality of my schedule but this was more to do with inches of mud and the correspondingly slow transfer between stages.
And in any case, Glastonbury really isn't about the particular bands. Of course it would be pretty empty without them but everyone who has a ticket as of today has bought said ticket without knowing or particularly caring who is going to turn up. We know it'll be good, we know it'll be fun, we know that we'll probably just end up stumbling around the fields and coming across the Arctic Monkeys, Kasabian, The Automatic, the Kaiser Chiefs or the Killers, but if we can't get close enough to appreciate it we'll just move on through the gap in the hedges and see what's on the next stage.
And that, dear reader, is what makes the variety of Glastonbury so enjoyable.
