Status update

Have..ooh, celeb. VV Brown just walked past me and gave me smile. Score one celeb for me. Not that it's a competition or anything.

Sorry, where was I?

Have just returned from the mighty Quo. They may only know three chords but they know how to use them. Have thoroughly enjoyed practising my one-shoulder-dance in the crowd for Quo, and joining in with the songs I know. Since most of their songs sound the same, I was singing the wrong words pretty much all the time, but I enjoyed myself and that's all that matters.

The cloud cover today is a welcome relief from yesterdays baking heat, but it's humid and I'm sat outside the press tent, in a field and feeling very rural. Micheal Eavis was due to give a press conference today, but like the rock n' roll god he is, he showed up late and was immediately surrounded by a gaggle of reporters and paps, so I headed for the Pyramid instead.


(Where's Eavis?)

Sister's plan to 'meet near Funky Fish and Chips' at the Pyramid proved a bit of a non-starter, since at least half the food places in a ten mile radius is called that. In the end we navigated using flags ("..left at the smiley face..then head to the pink Rolf flag...then..can you see the Cornish flag? We're not near that.") in a manner that would make my seafaring ancestors proud - if I had any.

Quo were good fun. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, so fair play to 'em. Rockin' all over the world was one of those Glastonbury moments where the whole festival seemed to be singing at once. I'm pretty sure that Blur's parklife will be the same. And everything Tom Jones sings. Oh, and Madness. Think I'll just camp out at the Pyramid today.

..I'm really looking forward to today. This is the first Glastonbury I've been to where I've seen so many acts - there's generally nothing musically that interests me too much, but this year's line-up has been sheer genius. Beginning to suspect I may have the best job in the world.



Think.. Trash City next, presuming I can find Cat n' Co. If not...who knows?

The exodus from the site has already started - lots of people lugging tents and bags around - possibly loading up their cars so they can bolt the moment Blur roll of stage. Hopefully - I can't figure why anyone would want to miss a moment of this.

Are we there yet?

How exciting. Rolf Harris, Maximo Park, Spinal Tap, Kasabian, Blur, Neil Young and..um.. Status Quo. The full line-up has been revealed, I'm obsessively clicking on long range weather forecasts and have found myself looking at welly boots and wondering if it's worth shelling out £16 for ones with little designs on, or if I should shun labels and dredge out the green pair I wore last year. (Although this would mean digging them out of the garage and a thorough inspection to make sure no spiders have moved in.) Not that I don't have faith in the weather of course.

I'm really excited about the festival this year - promises of a long hot summer and the first line up I've been excited about since Rage Against the Machine played there in...um...I can't remember have made me come over all a-quiver.

Thoroughly looking forward to Rolf Harris. The guy's a legend and his stint on the Pyramid back in 2002 ranks up there as one of my all-time-best-Glastonbury-moments ever, (then again, my second would probably have to be The Wurzels last year, so let's not put too much stock in my musical taste.)

Quite looking forward to Blur, since the whole Brit-pop thing totally passed me by at the time and I've since found out that I kinda like some of their stuff.

And Neil Young. Neil Young. I can't wait. The idea of seeing him live is making me practically salivate with excitement.

In the office, we're all working our collective socks off on this year's festival preview and website, I've finally worked out how to make the Facebook page, somebody else is sorting out the Twitter thing so I don't have to and all in all things are starting to take shape.

I'm particularly excited about being able to blog while I'm out and about on the site (in theory, at least) and not being chained to the dodgy wireless connection in the press tent.

The whole festival is hanging in front of us, the festival site is taking shape on our doorstep and I. Cannot. Wait.