Although my second in command (and me too, after some arm twisting) had decided to give Glastonbury a miss this year, following a conversation with Karl the other night I decided to drag myself out of bed early this morning and try for tickets for next year’s festival.

I thought that perhaps God should make the decision for me\us.

And so the annual fun started at nine this morning.

And ended in a half hour.

I guess God didn’t want us to go next year. The bastard.

Seriously though, I feel weirdly OK about it; not remotely disappointed. I know there’s the resale in April, but I don’t think I’ll bother with that. So it looks as though we might be pushed into trying something different after all.