Blurred visions.

This always happens, with things like this. I begin them with enthusiasm, commitment, dedication etc. - all of which wears off in a month or two, and neglect sets in. Looks like almost three weeks since I last passed this way. Never mind, at least I have some newsworthy things to write this time.

Yesterday I returned from my fourth, and best, Glastonbury Festival. Why best? Well, mainly because of the music. Here, for the record, are the bands I saw: The Volt, Golden Silvers, Lay Low, Regina Spektor, N*E*R*D, Fleet Foxes, The Dead Weather, The Specials, Neil Young, First Aid Kit, The Low Anthem, Bombay Bicycle Club, Spinal Tap, Dizzee Rascal, Crosby Stills and Nash, Bruce Springsteen, Status Quo, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Alela Diane, Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds, and Blur. It was, as you can imagine, quite a weekend.

It was also great because the atmosphere was so friendly, and because the weather held more or less, and because I had some wonderful friends to see everything with: Mike, Kayleigh, Nat, Emma and Simeon were brilliant company, making what was already a great weekend into my favourite festival ever. I'm considering skipping the thing next year - although the idea of a special 40th anniversary festival is quite appealing, this one was more than special enough.

And for the next few weeks I have little to do aside from writing and reading. Perfect.