Nearly a year since the start of the first UK lockdown

Glastonbury 1998 was a very muddy year but my sister and I didn't let the military camp conditions dampen the party. A local farm boy riding a horse bareback (really) carried in our bags and we were offered acid marmalade before we'd even pitched our tent. It honestly felt like our Woodstock, only I was in Adidas trainers and we'd packed some cheese sandwiches. Friday night: Primal Scream. Saturday night: Blur. Sunday night: Pulp. Some bloke called Bob Dylan played in the afternoon.