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Easily the highlight of the whole weekend was Neil Young. That man is a legend. Poignant, funny and miles better than every other act at the festival despite being the ripe old age of 63. And he has dignity in spades unlike some other old rockers I could mention. At a beautifully poignant moment during a version of ‘Mother Earth’ which is just his amazing voice and a pump organ, a girl approaches us. ‘Excuse me. Would you be part of my human shield whilst I do a wee?’ We politely decline but are forced to watch as she recruits four very drunk lads who do a very bad job of hiding her she crouches down and wees all over their feet right in front of us. Nice. They all then think that this means they are totally in with her and spend the rest of the set trying to seduce her. Nothing gets in the way of the amazing Neil Young though. I highly recommend you-tubing his encore, a version of ‘A Day in The Life’. I’ve got to say, I didn’t think it was possibey to love him anymore than I already did, but I was wrong. Legend.  Bed time. Remember the horrors I mentioned earlier? It turns out the area we’ve been forced to camp right next to is the all night rave area. I am woken on and off throughout the night. The worst point being the Rockabilly Hip Hop band who’s set started around 5.30am. An example of some of the genius rap lyrics.....”I’m losing my mind. I don’t even know what the time......is. I’ll be rapping from half seven to half eleven” set over a rockabilly double bass and skiffle drumming. Getting back to sleep after that is not easy.  I won’t bore you with the in depth details of our gigs on the Queens Head and Dirty Boots stages but it went something like this......Attempting to look glamourous after getting ready in a teeny tiny tent and not really succeeding. Synth plug broken. Effects pedal plug broken. Have to do without them. Line check. PLAY. Heckled by the Thunderbirds....I think Virgil said something along the lines of ’get your tits out’. Lovely crowd, apart from the Thunderbirds. Get a little emotional. Q Magazine interview. Run all over the site trying to meet people for other interviews. Can’t find anyone. No mobile signal. Lose a member of our gang. He has my purse so no food for Amy all day. Trying to organise getting our gear from one stage to the next. No mobile signal. Spend two hours running between the two stages. Glastonbury is MASSIVE. Lost member of our gang appears five hours later, seriously sunburnt and hungry. He realises he had my purse and could have bought himself some food and sun cream all along. Line check. PLAY. Knackered but happy. Looking forward to seeing The Boss on the main stage. Have to return equipment to our van. It takes 2 hours. We get back into the site to see Bruce finishing his set. Bummer. Missed it. Consoled by a huge steak and cheese pie, mash and beans, a doughnut and my first cup of tea of the day. Heaven. Who ever said Glastonbury food was horrible has obviously never tried one of these pies. Highlight of the day, other than the pie was spotting this banner in the audience. It reads ‘Theoretical Girl and her Equations can do our sums’. 

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