Our second day at Glasto was really cool. And by 'cool' I mean hot, hot, hot. Bjorn Again was singalong-amazing, Lauryn Hill less so, Horse Meat Disco brilliant, Fat Boy Slim excellent. But the day went to Stormzy. He was a sensation. A revelation. Funny, humble, angry, political, spectacular. Ballet dancers, a gospel choir, BMX bikers, rappers, special effects, Chris Martin, fireworks... I think I also clocked a kitchin sink stage left. 😂
We walked (a lot), drank (a fair bit), ate (barely enough), danced (too much), sang (ourselves hoarse) and laughed (almost non-stop).
What an amazing place. If you have energy!
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