A den of iniquity

Well, Glastonbury has come and gone, again, but this time I haven't fantasised about being in a deluge of mud, music and iniquity, but seriously thought about it. For something to go from being an unspeakable fantasy to a viable reality in the space of ten years isn't too bad. If only people would understand that it isn't about mindless hedonism, but solely about the music...and maybe the mud. I think I'll go wellington shopping from now.