I finally get to the Avalon Stage where there is a band called Passa K are performing. Now they remind me of the Wayward Sons, infact the similarity is uncanny. This proves to me that whoever is suppose to managing the Sons don't seem to have a clue. They could easily hold their own on this stage.
I'm sitting on a rickety old seat writing a few notes and this guy asks if I'm the guy who is reviewing the bands performance, 'Yeah,' I reply, 'Well here's a CD for you to help you on your way.' Not bad for a few lines in my diary. There pretty good as a band and they are apparently very big in mainland Europe.
I'm at this stage to see a band I first heard whilst sitting in the Joiners waiting for Robyn Hitchcock to perform. They are Baka Beyond who have this unbelievable talent of crossing Celtic music with the music of the Cameroons. Unfortunately because of a slow change over they are late coming on and I want to see a certain Mr Zimmerman on the main stage. But what I see of Baka Beyond is spectacular and I will make an effort to see them in the future.
The decision to leave the festival after Dylan is unanimous and bar one, Zoe wants to see Pulp, but we persuade her with the thoughts of a hot bath, dry clothes and a warm bed.
LOW AND BEHOLD as Dylan takes the stage the sun is shining hot and bright. It's like its come out for the Great Messiah. The Isle of Wight in 1969, Blackbushe 1978 and now Glastonbury. It's either going to be a brilliant set or a total flop . No fears, twenty years on and Bob is still strutting his stuff. A set which includes Leopard Skin Pill Box Hat, Senor, Masters of War, Cocaine, Tangled Up In Blue, Highway 61 and couple of newer ones which as an old fart I don't recognise and then he's gone.
Just like the Island he's vanished after a 45 minute set and back for two encores, Rainy Day Women and Blowin In the Wind. The difference here compared to the Isle of Wight is that he is not the main attraction so the people accept it because they want to see other bands. Me I'm off home.
With all the gear deposited in the van already its a happy laughing bunch who make there way up through the site and over the hill. Beth Orton is nowhere to be found, in fact someone tells me she never turned up. Never mind I've been stood up before so now I can start to look forward to Galway, The Sawdoctors and then Cambridge and Cropredy.
Nothing ever happens on the Isle of Wight like these events mainly because of an over sensitive Council and high population of immigrant old people who don't want there idyllic life shattered by a few days of music and mud.
Pete Turner aka Jiffy Wilmslow