Right, so I've read through this thread now and I'm ready to provide my personal review.
what can I say, except that was the best Glastonbury in years. I saw some bands, got a dozen hours sleep the entire time, walked for miles, ingested quite frankly foolish amounts of substances, and enjoyed almost every minute of it.
Wednesday, camped up in the Dragon Field, which never got uncomfortably packed and is in a perfect location. Got really enthusiastic and texted everyone who wasn't there to laugh at them. Had a bimble, drank some cider, met a load of urbanites at the cider bus, took too much ket and was laughed at by meems and sunray. stumbled back to the tent and sat up until dawn grinning at the world.
Thursday. Collected a friend who had got her ticket that day, and wandered around blissed out and looking at all the cool stuff. Watched Pietasters and King Blues and when it started to rain we decided to go back to a friend's tent. However, he didn't know where it actually was, so actually walked around in the rain for two hours before giving up. I wonder if he ever found it. Returned to tent, caned all our stash, got a few hours sleep.
Friday. Ew, mud. Hobo Jones was jolly good fun. The Freestylers were a bit student-disco but had some great moments. Sinead O'Connor was lovely but far too quiet. Jimmy Cliff was pretty good, though I can see why people thought he was a bit cabaret. Finally off to the Glade for Hexstatic but I don't think it was them, same sort of think, less talent. Pleasant enough though. Wandered around Trash City and bought a startling variety of high quality chemicals, made new friends, partied til long after the sun came up. Got a few hours sleep.
Saturday. Sunshine! *dances* Slept through Shakey
but ate a damn fine breakfast and got across to the Park to see St. Vincent and Likke Li. SV was great, LL not so much so. Did some 2ce and wandered off to see Holy Fuck, who were great. Like others have said they should have had an evening slot somewhere. We sat there for a while, enjoying the spanneredness, but British Sea Power weren't doing it for us, so off we went again. It's a bit blank as to what happened but I think we went straight to the G Stage and saw Cantankerous, who fucking rocked and I'm going to try and get them to Offline, and then danced to some wicked dnb courtesy of Subfocus. Then Cassetteboy which made us laugh til we wept. We wanted to see Imagined Village but somehow missed it and decided instead to go and charge our phones. An hour later and still no phones have been charged, moods are testy, and warm clothes, food, and money essential. Thus we end up listening to Jay-Z from the farm and being distinctly unimpressed. Get to the Glade in time for the last quarter of Squarepusher, which sounds like it was fucking ace. Meems and I wandered up to the stone circle, chilled out, picked up, got munted, and danced in the Village Dance in Shangri-La until silly o'clock in the morning before returning to the tent for a few hours sleep.
Sunday: Cor, it's all a bit hazy now, my memory is bollocksed today. I wanted to go and visit Dub for Randy and Earl but somehow that one passed me by. I definitely spent a few hours in the comedy tent and remember Rocin Ince being particularly good. Leonard Cohen was superb, the act of the festival, and another life ambition achieved. Went back to the tent and faffed about so only caught the last few Verve tunes and was unimpressed. Then off to stumble happily around the festival, sit in the Stone Circle til seven, and then back to the tent to finish off all the drugs and laze in the sun till late afternoon monday.
Superb!