This is getting silly. I am, after all, allegedly, a grown man. Five days before I head off to Glastonbury though I am sitting here wishing the days away like a kid waiting for Father Christmas. It’s surely not healthy? Maybe coming home from the pub and putting the DVD on wasn’t a great idea in my condition, but hey, I thought it may make the time pass a little quicker…

The crazy thing, I’m still not completely sure about what makes Glastonbury so special. After all, I’ll be heading off to six festivals this summer through work, and no other one gets me so worked up as the week in Pilton that I look forward to each and every year. That heady mixture of the people, the place, the feel and the pure, ambient vibe just does something to me, and gets under my skin in a way that nothing else has ever been able to replicate.

I guess one of the telltale signs of the onset of an obsession is the ludicrous ritual of checking a weather forecast at least four times daily when I know it means nothing and it could change at the drop of a hat. Metcheck are currently saying it will be pretty much ok, but they said that a few years ago, and very bad things happened.