I think I did overall enjoy myself, and just need to come to terms that I find festivals overall bloody hard work.
It felt so constantly ridiculously busy all the time, with people dawdling and generally lacking spacial awareness on a large scale. Perhaps the searing heat made me a bit more irritable.
I've spent a while trying to find the magic of it all, as sometimes it's hard when you're paying hand over mouth for a cheap burger, pressed up against people not moving for half an hour and dealing with that EE/lock ups debacle. If Glastonbury was a national service we'd probably be protesting its privatisation.
All that said, I did see some great sets. The Killers were note perfect, Sports Team blew me away and Slowthai was messy as anything.
Then there are those moments of sheer joy where you do get it. I decided to wonder up to the hill to try and see the sunrise this morning and it was so calm, peaceful and serene. Just beautiful. And the roads were pretty much deserted. Compared to the Wednesday when I could barely move and you're just sitting there watching people do all sorts. I really do find it a festival of extremes and I can't quite work out if I love it or not!
To be fair I didn't encounter any dick heads as such, everyone seemed to keep to themselves. Sometimes I do wonder whether anyone who applied for Love Island but didn't quite make it gets a complimentary ticket.