Just click your heels together, Tanya.

Emma, the loveliest Belgium Waffle, directed me to Tanya's story in the Guardian, which I thoroughly enjoyed and which reflects my own feelings about enormous music festivals. Of course, the ones I've attended didn't have the famous Glastonbury mud, they had heat stroke and assholes instead. Another side effect of having read this: now I want a Wendy House in my own backyard.