During the finale of a thrilling two-hour set by Sir Elton John as fireworks exploded above my head, my friend turned to me and declared: “This is the best Glastonbury ever.”
Given we’ve been coming to the festival for 25 years, it was quite a bold statement. And he’d obviously had a few drinks.
But as we shuffled away in the infamous post-Pyramid stage crowd, I thought to myself: he might have a point.
