Well it’s been a fun filled week, mostly as it goes watching various naughty on the telly, which is not something I do often as much as most people like to watch Big Bother with the best of the nation’s retards dribbling over the camera when the magic voice tells them to set each other on fire, and that doesn’t sit well with me for the most part. Mind you, if they actually did set each other on fire, that would be worthwhile.

Last weekend, while the Micheal Jackson funfare was rumbling on, washing away most of the other news at the same time, Glastonbury was on down in sunny/rainy Somerset (weather dependent on what time of day it was) with various things on the telly showing a number of quality acts and some which are about as entertaining as me playing the theme to Doctor Who with my belly button while a dog does the high notes.

However, one of the highlights was 100%, the BBC 6 webcam coverage when Adam and Joe was actually on. Not often I say this, but they basically showed what TV was missing since their last stints.

At times they did look uncomfortable as they were having to step away from their usual affairs of asking the nation about what bin-liners they use, or having crap song-offs which more often than not sound better than most of what is in the charts today, but when they went away from the BBC scripts, there were glimpses of their true nature as much as the BBC would allow.

It made a hell of a difference to what otherwise was frankly – coma inducing coverage by the Big British Castle. How the hell are some of the BBC music hores or reporters and DJs as they are better known as working for them? Russians clubbing baby seals show much more enthusiasm and class than the BBC presenters at times.

And also I have to wonder, why did the Beeb show complete sets in the afternoon and then for the main events show about a third of the headliners? Surely it would have made sense to have the same rules for all and not just the big names and the organisers who wanted to make sure that only people who spent money sees everything.

I went of course 2007 and to be honest, it was damned hard to see the main headline acts unless you basically camped out at the front since the beginning of each day, sometimes the only way you saw something like the Who for instance, was watching on one of the screens, and at that point you lose some of the point of being there.

Looking at the pyramid stage as well, it appears the gap between the Stage and the crowd is getting wider, at what point it is going to be so far away, people end up being at only the front of the TV screen to see their favourite band?

But then again I guess I’m being a huge sourpuss right now. Being there was a hell of an experience and the different things going on more than make up for any annoyances I’ve said here tonight. Some places, everyone is right in the thick of it, enjoying everything without any issue or drink-fueled gun fire.

And I miss it all.

2007 was the last time I saw a live festival in all it’s glory and the BBC’s coverage and how they wandered off at key points for the big hitters of the weekend while giving us dirty knickers or whatever his name was in full, in a way served to show what I was missing in fact.

Glastonbury is one of those festivals where it has so much on, you can always go and watch something else while the rappers destroy people’s ears elsewhere. All I could do was turn the channel over to the Tennis at the time. Not much choice really except for switching it all off. Perhaps that would have been the better choice after all…