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Glastonbury 2011: hashtags, ham and hangovers

This time a week ago I was being perpetually sucked off at the ankles by a pounding mudfest the size of Bath.

I spent today hunched over my desk dreading an impending Weight Watchers weigh-in and doing my best impression of  a civilised office worker.

The mackems take on Glasto

For those of you who don’t know by now, I’m experiencing The Glasto Comedown. Fortunately, I know I’m not the only one; my Facebook feed is a Glasto graveyard of messy photos,  sad smileys and sprawling statuses filled with in-jokes – mostly written by the posse of wonderful mackems with whom I camped, drank, raved, walked, moaned, and laughed until my spleen came out through my navel.

I know I’m not alone when I say that our week was nothing short of spectacular.

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