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So, after much debate our own provisional lineup has been agreed between Ria and I. It is, in order, as follows…
Two Door Cinema Club
Jenny and Jonny
Big Audio Dynamite
Mumford and Sons
Danny and the Champions of the World
Lee Scratch Perry
Bombay Bicycle Club
I have been online since 9am running 7 tabs in Firefox, 4 in Opera, numerous in Google Chrome and numerous in Safari. After 90 minutes I got through on three different tabs on Firefox to the queue but already two of these have been dropped. So I have one remaining chance to get through to the booking form. The phoneline is a joke. It just comes up with a BT warning. This system is a pile of fucking shit. Apparently it’s some fucking carbon friendly server. ie IT DOESN’T FUCKING WORK. Hippy Bastards!
I called the kids into the living room to watch Amy Winehouse’s performance. Not as a matter to laugh about but to see what the horrors of drugs does to people.
Her presence at Glastonbury may have been in the face of medical advice given that she ‘allegedly’ is suffering from Emphysema but it was apparent to all that the drugs have taken hold.
It was very sad.
Not only did she fidget uncontrollably with her clothing throughout but she also appeared to punch somebody in the audience having been physically helped from the stage to get nearer her ‘fans’,
A third album will be a miracle. I have to say I very much doubt we will ever encounter it.
Jay Zee was an interesting choice as Saturday night headliner and, for me, only really worked in parts.
My favourite moment (apart from Hot Chip dueting with Wiley) was Ethiopiques on the World Stage.
My mate Jon Stevenson is there. At least he won’t get foot rot this year.
Oh, and the 30 seconds of Massive attack that I saw looked good.