At the moment, it's one-nil to the stay-at-homes. Our Man In Newcastle relishes being in Newcastle:
A quick look at the webcam and it looked, well, dry. And there are few better places in the world than a dry Glastonbury.
But then I just checked again and this is what the place looks like now and all of a sudden I’m glad I’ll be tuning into to it on the sofa later.
Yes, it's pouring. Just like Carol Kirkwood claimed it wouldn't.
Mind you, someone sees this as an opportunity, claims the Adelaide Green Porridge Cafe:
The Premier, Mike Rann said that rain was so predictable at the festival that it could help to turn things around in South Australia, facing another summer of drought.
They could just try hiring Michael Eavis to tell them it's raining.
Tamsin is also glad to be home:
The Beat Happening is coming at you from the press tent, via the magic of wifi:
And let's put the cynicism to one side for a moment. Glastonbury can be magic:
life of a so-called shutterbug reminds us how:
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