So what to do next? Well, I’ve been in this old new media lark since it was really new so I know quite a lot of stuff about quite a lot of stuff and hopefully that is where my next challenge will take me. I’ve checked the stats for this blog and there is a slim possibility that my reader might work for a cool company who is looking for someone a little like me. A senior producer who’s been hiding in HoxDitch for the last two years making nice things for cool people. My special power is understanding BBC speek, kinda like Harry Potter and parseltongue but with less hair and no lightning shaped scar, and I love getting my hands dirty on great projects.

So for the benefit of the search engines, I’d like to say…

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Direct your kind offers to simon[at]mistersnappy[dot]co[dot]uk – do a switcheroo with the bracketed stuff and we’ll be in touch as quick as a flash.

That is all.

OK, I promise, this is the last Glastonbury post this year. I’m quickly becoming a Glasto bore, I know. But indulge me one last time.
One of the reasons I wanted to go was to take some photos, and while I didn’t manage to separate the time out effectively to just watch people instead of watching bands, I did get a chance to run off a quick and dirty composite photo of the most spectacular view of the site (city) from above the famous stone circle.
In case you were in any doubt I did a little photoshopping on the panorama to make it into its own little planet, because effectively it is. A popular question before I went was “What if you forget anything?”, well what if I do. More to the point what if you do, where would you go? You’d go to the shops and so would I. For a temporary city that appears for just under a week each year, it’s pretty much self supporting. You’d never need to leave the site for anything and if you run out or, heaven forbid, forgot anything, you could find a shop, store or stall that would service your needs in a mainstream or alternative fashion.
So for all of you concerned people and for those that have blasted off there before, here for your viewing pleasure is Planet Glastonbury.

There have been a few firsts this year. Having a shower, as I’ve mentioned, was one of them (I just had another one by the way and it was FANTASTIC!). The other was the Glastonbury twister. It only spun it’s magic by the Cider Bus momentarily but there is was, reaching 30 or 40ft into the sky. The dust, you see, is everywhere. It’s in the air, as demonstrated by the American style twister, but it’s on the tents and cars and vans to the delight of amateur graffiti artists who must have come from Harrow, honestly – I wish my bird was as dirty as this van – is that all they could think of! People are scrawling in the dust on tents too! The answer to the dust was welcomed in some quarters. Before the earliest of early birds arose and the latest of partyers were yet in their way home the Glastonbury behind the scenes army were spraying the main pathways with water. Throughout the day this did it’s job and kept all of the dust down but it did have a rather pleasant side effect. It generated a very small amount of that rare Glastonbury commodity, mud.

And there it was, and everyone who saw it wanted to jump in it, and I did. You know what? It was good, it was very good, I got some of that special smelling mud up the back of my legs and I felt that after 2 days on Worthy Farm I’d finally arrived. I’d arrived at the Chill ‘n Charge again, just in time to have a sneaky last minute shower and a change of clothes before I put my brilliant exit plan into action.

Procrastination has been the order of the day. My tent was in such a spectacular location, overlooking the Pyramid stage, with it’s fantastic sound system, that moving from that spot was all the more tricky each morning. By the time I’d dragged myself from my sleeping bag it took nearly all of my morning energy to drag myself through my morning rituals and back to the tent so I could sit in my neighbours chair, cos he wouldn’t be rising til the afternoon. The view, as I mentioned was fantastic. Staring across the site, The Pyramid stage and onwards to Glastonbury Tor is one that you would not sniff at if met by it each and every morning. So as you can imagine, dragging my arse away from that each day has become something to find an excuse not to do.

This morning, though, I hatched a cunning plan that would hasten my exit from the site and hopefully allow me to get home as quickly as possible without missing any last minute Glastonbury fun. The plan was to pack the tent after Slash and while listening to Ray Davis in the legends slot, then in the gap before Jack Johnson carry my stuff over to the lock up by the bus station (yes there’s a bus station here, it’s a must for every temporary town). Cunningly all I have now is a backpack to carry around until I need to head for the bus at 3.oo tomorrow morning. The only downside is that I’ve got nowhere to sleep tonight so I’ll have to fill my final hours on Worthy Farm with  a variety of musical delights that will start very soon with Faithless, followed by Stevie Wonder, and tailed with the festival-tastic Levellers. I’m sure there will be a few sound systems that I can while away the remaining hours at til it’s time to get the bus back to Castle Cary and when Glastonbury 2010 will finally draw to a close.

The over arching discussion of the weekend is whether this year will be my last. One of my Glasto buddies thinks that at the youthful age of 41, maybe it’s time to think about whether a week under canvas is still the way to go. I said that it would be worth it to start saving now for the Winnebago for Glasto’s 50th in 2020! I certainly will never rule out another trip to Pilton. As grubby and messy and exhausting as it is, nothing beats it and it’s worth every single penny (thanks Mrs K for the birthday tickets this year!).

This will, no doubt, be my last wittering from Glastonbury this year so there are a few people who deserve a mention; first and foremost is my best friend in the world, my good lady wife. Not only did she buy my ticket, she’s let me spend the weekend away and looked after the kids and for that she deserves nothing but my undying respect and love, which she has already The mini crew here, Alexa for taking my tent and attempting to put it up but getting me the perfect pitch for the weekend and Steve C for turning up randomly in a crowd of 175,000 people at various points across the weekend always holding a can of cider. You are a legend! Penultimately, @conorfromorange for letting me utterly take the piss with the shower, charging and PC (not Mac I might add!) facilities in the Orange Chill ‘n Charge tent. Never have 4 drinks tokens lasted so long. Finally the biggest shout out goes to Mr Michael Eavis and of course Emily for putting on the greatest show on early. Barnum ain’t got nothing on you guys.

While I still feel clean I think it’s time to begin the final sprint of Glastonbury 2010, and so, I bid you a fond farewell from Worthy Farm. Thanks for putting up with this crap. Maybe we’ll do it again next year.

For the uninitiated, the Chill ‘n Charge tent is a bipartisan charging facility for the power hungry music fans at Glastonbury. Everyone is invited to wait their turn to juice up their phone and watch some music on their mini Pyramid Stage and partake in a little surfing of the old internet too (cos we can’t go without it, not for a whole weekend!).

A few weeks ago Conor tweeted that any bloggers going to Glasto should msg him and let him know, cos he was opening up the backstage area to them as well. Usually this space is reserved for newspaper hacks to write up their gossip and news and send it back to base, but this year Conor and Orange wanted to be nice to bloggers and that they are.

I was welcomed in and shown around and offered a towel. This is my 3rd Glastonbury and each one brings a new experience. This year’s experience is the shower. It might sound like a small thing but a shower after 2 days in the dustbowl that is Worthy Farm is a welcome relief! I might add that I’m not complaining that it’s a dust bowl because the sun and definitely better than the usual swamp that greets visitors to the festival. With temperatures peaking at 30 degrees a nice hot shower and a clean toilet (sorry, too much information) is like staying in a 5 star hotel. To top this generosity I’ve also been given a few free drinks (JD and Coke!) and access to a reasonable internet connection and a lap top.

Backstage here is truly lush and I might even come back later for a proper chill but at the moment I’m just coming down from the buzz that was 20,000 people pack into the Avalon Field to see The Wurzels! I’m missing The Dead Weather to write this little blog entry but hope to catch the end of their set before chipping off to The Park for tonights surprise guest, Biffy Clyro! Last night we were thrilled by Thom Yorke and Jonny Greenwood before seeing a sadly mediocre set by Gorillaz, but hey, it was a last minute thing and seeing Lou Reed, Shaun Ryder and Mark E Smith on the same bill was pretty good all the same.

So I wrote a little thing for the Wired Geek Dad blog about Orange’s phone charging wellies and I’ve updated you all, now I’d just like someone to pay me to do this. Now that would be cool!!

Maybe they’ll let me in again for more free drinks and internet access tomorrow night but until then I’ve got 64% battery on my phone to last me until then!

It could be the news, there’s a lot of it about and depending on where you are receiving it, it can be quite frightening, but then again I suppose that’s the point. It also could be TV drama, that is also designed to scare the pants off you. But should it affect the way you live your life. I’m not saying that there might be positive effects but there are most definitely negative ones, like not asking for help for example.

On my daily ramble through Moorgate to work I see a lot of city folk wending their way into work. Some have been there for a while and are out for a no doubt well earned cigarette break. Others might be fresh from buying their morning mocha choca cappuccino latte or something. There are a few busy roads that need crossing before I hit the relative peace and quiet of Shoreditch but today, as I crossed one of the junctions there was a lady in a small hatchback who had broken down. Behind her were all the London favourites; white van man (in a blue van!), London cabbie and a red double decker bus. While she sat in her car frantically attempting to get the thing started she was confronted with a barrage of horns beeping and fists waving from the waiting vehicles behind her. Did she receive help from the cabbie, van man or bus driver? No she didn’t. Did she get help from anyone walking passed her car, and there were quite a few of them. No she didn’t. Even when I approached her with an offer to push her car across the junction, she declined, preferring to sit helplessly in the traffic than get a shove across the junction so she could sort her car out, out of the way of the baying throng behind her. Shame really, and I didn’t think I looked that scary. Maybe it was the 3/4 length trousers that put her off!

So to all of you people in trouble, where ever you may be. London is not full of lunatics who want to do you harm! Some of us are genuinely helpful people who would be happy to help you and your car across to the other side of the junction, and might even call the AA out for you! So next time you’re in a bit of a pickle and we offer you our assistance, why not say, “Yes, that would be lovely thank you!”

I’ve just submitted my first entry for wired.co.uk’s Geek Dad blog. I’ll be attempting to write a weekly piece about dads and technology while adding my own spin on things. The first article was about my (bad) habit for hoarding old film cameras. You can read that here.
The next few are already in the pipeline so you’ll have to keep an eye on wired.co.uk to keep up to date.

Up up and away!

“I don’t like this song” she declares

“Why’s that?” I ask.

“It’s from the olden days”, she replies, “I don’t like music from the olden days”.

“THE OLDEN DAYS!”

I was shocked, but then I thought… That song came out in 1983 which makes it 20 years before she was born. Now if I track back to 20 years before I was born then we’re sitting firmly in 1951. That indeed was the olden days and the music then was far from rocking!

I’m 38, that’s not old! I was born at the tail end of the musical revolution that was the 60′s and while Mini Me might consider classic rock to be from the ‘olden days’, she will soon learn that the stuff that she’s listening to, that is more frequently sampling music from my teenage years, is indeed more ‘classic’ than ‘olden’. I can’t rightly remember when it was I started trawling through people’s record collections and discovering The Beatles and The Stones, maybe I’m expecting too much from her at 8 years old, but that day will come and my ‘olden’ status will be vindicated… I hope!