Glastonbury 2013

Thank goodness there's not so much mud as usual this year. I've enjoyed all the usual stuff - pitching the tent in a howling gale, queuing for hours for the loo (and then wishing I hadn't), queuing for hours for sh*t food, and joining the great unwashed.

It was all going really well, until Mick asked me to join him and the boys on stage last night. It was a bit embarassing, really - if I'd had a bit more notice, I could have practised my Honky Tonk Women, but I think I got away with it. Prince Harry said afterwards that he'd enjoyed it very much.

Looking forward to Mumford and Sons tonight - I've spent the day homing my banjo skills just in case Marcus and the rest of the gang need me to help out.