Mad Dog McCrea (including a man waving his prosthetic leg during My Son John), Billy Bragg, Marcus Brigstocke, James Bay, Everything Everything, Alabama Shakes, Duke Special, Cara Dillon, Run the Jewels, The Proclaimers, Christy Moore, Florence, The Unthanks, Frank Turner, Nizlopi, Moulettes, Roni Size Reprazent, Enter Shikari, The Mothership Returns, Molotov Jukebox, Slaves, Rival Sons, Jack Garrett, Cassetteboy, Ferocious Dog, Curtis Eller’s American Circus, Lionel Richie, Alt-J, Paul Weller, Jamie T, The Who, and a bunch more no doubt.
There being Glastonbury. At the very least I want to be in a field with a pint of cider and a stomping folk band.
That said, John might’ve found the solution to our festival blues to the tune of Maiden, QOTSA, 2manydjs, The Prodigy, Blink, Bizkit, Pendulum, Groove Armada, Seasick Steve, Mark Lanegan, Mumford, BRMC, Chase & Status, Gogol Bordello, Henry Rollins, Biffy, Band of Skulls, Ellie Goulding and more…
Not so much. Just the part where he stole something.
Things I would change about the world to make my burglary experience less shit (aside from the obvious, ‘not get burgled’):
Convince Apple to carve their Macbooks from a single lump of lead rather than aluminium – the little bastards will still steal it but they’ll have to bloody work for it
Empty my little rucksack of its Glastonbury contents sometime before being burgled so that when the police officer comes round and sees contents of said bag emptied onto the floor I don’t look like some sort of feral creature who keeps a bag of toilet roll in his lounge
Overall things could’ve been worse, most things were expensive but replaceable – the only thing that isn’t is a little Buddhist charm I bought at Konpon Daitō in Kōya-san.