REVIEW BY HANNAH BRITT: There’s no place quite like Glastonbury. Where else will the headliners break down and cry on stage because to play at Glastonbury means so much to them? Catching up with drummer Jeremiah from The Lumineers backstage, he put it best: “Quite simply, there is nowhere on Earth like it.” Stormzy headlined, making history as the first British black man to do so. And at just 25. His set was electric. The man is a genius. “This is the most iconic night of my life,” he told the crowd. For a magical moment, we felt the same way.
Indeed, looking back over the scorching (both the weather and the talent) weekend, sunburnt to a crisp and probably still a little drunk, Worthy Farm could well be the best place in the world.
Yes, the toilets are gross. Yes, you walk miles (the site is vast) and it takes a month for your lower back to feel normal again. And yes, unless you drag an air bed with you you’re sleeping on the floor.
But where else can you see Mark Ronson in a 200 capacity bar? Where else will you find Annie Mac playing a DJ set under a fire breathing dock crane?
There is really only one major problem at Glastonbury every single year, but more on that later.
Friday saw Sheryl Crow bring some American magic to the Pyramid Stage and Bastille rouse the crowd into song, bringing out a bewildered Lewis Capaldi for Joy.
On Saturday rock and roll ruled the farm, with sets from The Courteeners, Foals and a spectacular headline performance from Las Vegas’ finest The Killers, who brought out legendary band Pet Shop Boys for Human and guitar hero Johnny Marr for Mr Brightside.
Elsewhere Liam Gallagher reduced the 90s kids in the crowd to tears playing Wonderwall and Champagne Supernova. If he was pitchy I didn’t notice, I was too busy screaming myself hoarse.
On Sunday, potentially the biggest crowd since The Rolling Stones in 2013 turned out to watch pop princess Kylie Minogue play the legend’s slot on the Pyramid stage.
Due to perform in back in 2005 Kylie was forced to cancel after being diagnosed with breast cancer.
Understandably she was emotional on stage but played a blinding show, full of fun, with four outfit changes and a cameo from Nick Cave, to a backdrop of over 100,000 people doing The Locomotion.
Next, Miley Cyrus surprised us all by being really rather good. And when she brought out her father Billy Ray Cyrus to sing Old Town Road, the crowd lost their minds.
Topping off the night was a horrible clash between The Cure and The Streets.
I chose the latter due to its proximity from the car park, and was rewarded with an absolutely wild set from Mike Skinner. “Hold me like a baby,” he said as he crowdsurfed his way around the John Peel tent.
All too soon the lights came on and it was time to make our weary way home to shower and rub aloe vera into our sunburn. We may not have ended the weekend looking like an advert for a certain beauty brand, but it was so worth it. Every single second.
With just three-hundred-and-something days to go until Glastonbury 2020, the countdown has already begun.
We’ll see you down on the farm.