Glastonbury jaded: Saturday

Woke up to the sounds of Shakin' Stevens, and feeling a little worse for wear. It took us about 3 hours to have breakfast and get ready for our next site visit. The legendary toilets and getting higher with people's poop as they forget to flush and keep piling it on and upwards. At least the weather's behaving itself and when the sun's out it's warm.

With very little energy we headed anywhere we could sit or lie down so the Cabaret tent was our first stop with Simon Munnery performing. Missed most of his comedy set so drifted around watching the side shows and street performers. At this point the Twitter plan was starting to go fail as everyone needed their phones charging at the Orange tent, especially Sony Ericsson owners like me. Unlike the chilled-like atmosphere outside, everyone was either paranoid their phone was going to be stolen or were desperate to get a charge point. We spent 20 minutes circulating then left in a huff: the Twitter experiment would soon be over.

Trying to forget my obsession for technology we headed over the new site area of The Park then up the hill to gain some valley views. This chilled us out and gained some flag-tastic photos including Kerry being chased by some flies. Before heading back to the van to change our boots (with the mud really drying and no need for wellies), we checked out the Improv All Stars. A perfect performance from Phil Jupitus and co. As we watched a death march sideshow I nearly walked into Daddy G of Massive Attack!

We caught a little of Amy Winehouse's set which sounded a bit dodgy plus her random blatherings on keeping it real or whatever. We caught the last two songs of Hot Chip who a cover of Nothing Compares to you. Massive Attack were...boring and moody really and a bit selfish playing only '100th Window' monologue tunes. Tear Drop was the highlight but a slightly awkward performance from a non-MA regular who I've read to be Stephanie Dosen and not the Cocteau Twin singer. I haven't seen Del Naja dance so much which is weird as he's usually being moody or with his back to the audience. We left after the Horace Andy song with no older favourites materialising.

Couldn't really muster enough energy to go anywhere else. Instead we headed back to camp stopping off at the Theatre tent to fill in the gaps we'd missed from the Twisted Cabaret. The knife thrower was quite scary but even the assistant couldn't get much out of anyone with the general feeling of jaded-ness.