Glastonbury 2014
There has been a lot of talk over the last few years about what is and isn't in the true spirit of Glastonbury. Like Glastonbury is an ideological utopia, ring fenced from the rest of the world. It's not. Times change and as a result the different computer generated blips and bleeps we enjoy flailing our arms around to will also change.

Without sounding like a broken BBC Three broadcast, Glastonbury is a special place. There is something in the mud particles that turn the tube dwellers into humans that possess the capability of conversing with their unknown counterparts. Which is an achievement in itself.


The festival disguised machine no longer runs on flower power, more corporate sponsor and the pocket money of the middle classes. But without this evolution, the mind bending emporiums of depravity that celebrate the weird and the wonderful would be unable to show you things you never could have imagined existed, and on such an impressive scale. Eccentric immersive theatre, life drawing classes led by raucous pirates and a secret underground venue accessed only by an Alice in Wonderland inspired rabbit hole, to name but a few.
Yes go discover your new favourite band but to fully appreciate what Glastonbury is, you must voyage like Columbus. Wander, explore and hang out. Whether it be exotic cocktails or warm beer, poetry or techno, ballet or mosh pits, the breadth of sensory stimulation will not disappoint.

Alas, the sounds of Hawkwind no longer billow through the valley of Worthy Farm, but if you're looking for a good time and can sacrifice your hygiene for a few days, I'd suggest joining the cult who religiously press refresh on release day.

Daniel Templeton-King