I was out of order for my "music nazis" jibe for which I humbly apologise.
Bit cranky after the 12 hour trip home (with the M1 shut) and straight into work on Tuesday to get;
"All that mud you must be mad"
(tickets bought in April, Hottest summer ever predicted, global warming eh?)
"Bloody rubbish what I saw on TV"
"All them new bands were rubbish, Shirley Bassey was good tho'"
All of them armchair Premiershit supporters who laugh at me going to Pools.
As to Glasto being better or worse than before, that's a whole debate in itself. It's still got more to it than the other major festivals due to the variety on offer (and the fact you can take your own beer in).
The superfence changed it for ever. It may have lost it's "edge" slighty but the gangs of scallies steaming down the campsite robbing every tent they could is a welcome omission.
Still, where else can you randomly pop into a smallish tent and be treated to Glen Tilbrook running through Squeeze classics on an acoustic guitar? 45 minutes of bliss. It's little surprises like that which still make it worthwhile.