Dilemma of the Week

Given the considerable press coverage that Glastonbury has had this week, I've spent much of the last few days pondering if THIS:

Is worth the possibility of THIS:

And the conclusion I've reached is...probably not.

Cos as much as I love, love, LOVE Jay Z (and of course by that I mean Reasonable Doubt Jay Z, don't get it twisted), the truth is that I have an immense fear of festivals.

This is not one of those irrational, 'terrified of mayonnaise' type fears either. It's a fear I believe I'm entirely justified in harbouring, having lived through what can only be described as the sheer horror of EXIT festival 2007.

For the uninitiated, EXIT is basically a four day festival based in a beautiful fortress in a town called Novi Sad, Serbia. The line-up last year sounded pretty impressive (think Wu Tang, Lauryn Hill, Prodigy, Basement Jaxx and others) and the tickets were cheap as hell. So, egged along by some enthusiastic friends, I decided that my first festival experience would be a pretty good one. HOW WRONG I WAS.

To be fair, most of my bad feeling is the result of four days spent on perhaps the grimiest campsite known to man. I'm talking discarded food all over the place, showers with no doors and drugged up festival-goers sprawled everywhere (See Exhibit A: The young man below, who wore that outfit for the entire time)

The performances were so-so, the food was revolting and don't even get me started on the toilet facilities!

So after getting back and showering for approximately four hours, I vowed to myself that I would never go to a festival again. But now...I'm not so sure. Listening to Jay Z whilst jamming in a field in Somerset, glass of Pimms in hand? Sounds pretty good to me. But then again, so did E**T....

Help me out here, people! I'm an indecisive wreck!