But being too hot and too ill to touch alcohol most of the weekend (so much undrunk cider! Woe!) was a small price to pay for such an incredible time. Ray Davies was incredible (nothing beats singing Lazing on a Sunny Afternoon in the middle of a group of people... on a sunny afternoon), as was Stevie Wonder (when he got the crowd to sing Happy Birthday to Glastonbury, I cried a little bit). Muse were awesome (although the epic performances of their earlier stuff just served to point out how rubbish their new album is in comparison) as were Two Door Cinema Club, Miiike Snow, We Are Scientists and Shakira.
There's nothing like a Glastonbury sunset...
...or Glastonbury food. The fajitas are legendary.
Or a multicoloured elephant?
My New Look satchel was the perfect size and held up brilliantly to being massively over-filled.
And Sha's little red backpack (which cost her 50p from a car boot!) was ideal, and envied by all. Well, me. So cute!
The dust, I think, kept my hair from getting greasy, although slight quiffing and lots of braiding kept it off my skin, which I'm sure helped. Plus, cute accessories.
And while I think doing it for more than five days would kill me, as soon as I've got home, showered and experienced the delights of a mattress again, I'm dying to get back there.
Glastonbury. You're utterly, utterly insane. Filthy. Unexpected. Joyous. Magical. Can we do it again next month please?