Even if you didn't like the Rolling Stones, there seemed to be some kind of strange obligation to go to see them.
The Rolling Stones had serious competition
"It's the Stones!" people would exclaim disapprovingly at anyone who voiced even the slightest possibility of watching anyone else. I found myself saying it to people myself, even though I secretly knew that I'd probably have more fun watching the Bootleg Beatles. Which is what Tom Meltzer did, and he definitely had more fun. Elsewhere, people were having just as much more fun at Public Enemy (angrier than the Stones), Chase & Status (ravier than the Stones) and Hurts (hurtier than the Stones). But they were still daft – c'mon, it's the Stones!
Daft Punk were playing at your house, and at every single Glastonbury stage
"Daft Punk are playing at 2am in Arcadia," one wide-eyed punter told me during the Stones (you weren't there? C'mon, it's the Stones!). I didn't venture there at 2am, mainly because by this time I'd heard that Daft Punk were likely to play a secret show at almost every single event – from guesting with Chase & Status to appearing at Bez's Acid House. One friend – who shall remain nameless – even told me the entire Guardian staff had missed Daft Punk's set on the Thursday night and seemed thrilled to have personally caught this magic moment. I have yet to tell her that the legendary dance act she was cheering on was actually Zoe Ball in a robot helmet.
Half bum, side-boob and the new fashion trends
Blame Coachella – that seems to be where the trend for letting it all hang out at festivals originated. But at least in California everyone is so clean, tanned and beautiful it seems as if the whole point of the festival is to display as much flesh as possible, the music merely being an afterthought someone tacked on the end. At Glastonbury, on the other hand, decent hygiene standards are rarer than a Daft Punk guest appearance, meaning that by day three this "trend" was making it increasingly difficult for other people to overcome their hangovers.
The West Holts stage may just have had the best headliners
The artist platform previously known as the Jazz World stage didn't always have the best of reputations. It used to be the place where you'd endure 17-minute bongo workouts in return for access to the psychedelic strawberry cider van. Nowadays, however, its lineup puts most other stages to shame, especially the headliners. Chic on Friday were most of the Guardian music team's favourite act of the whole festival, whereas Saturday's headliners Public Enemy were ferociously angry (although why was anyone there? C'mon, it's the Stones!!). As for Bobby Womack – never have I been so disappointed to have been home, clean and eating a healthy salad by 8pm on the Sunday.
Thought opinion was split on the Stones? Pah! That's nothing compared with opinion on whether a baby should be crowd-surfing in a baby buggy. According to the Mirror it sparked a Twitter outrage (although what doesn't these days?). According to ThisIsFakeDIY, this could be the "coolest baby since the one that graced Nirvana's Nevermind cover". We would say "don't try this at home" but it would technically be much safer to try it at home.
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