I had a conversation with some former students this afternoon about Glastonbury ’95.

Can’t believe it’s fifteen years ago -because it was a truly awesome weekend, I’d just finished my A-Levels, and after years of being couped up in school I was free.

…and you know why people keep talking about Pulp at Glastonbury in 1995, and Radiohead in 1997?

Because it really was that special. I was there -and it made all the angst of my teenage years almost worth it.

I went home from the fest and passed my driving test, first time ‘n’ all…no mean feat for a dyspraxic.