





By Sunday night we were definitely suffering from sensory overload. We had seen Status Quo rocking all through the night, Tony Christie asking about the road to Amarillo, Tom Jones pleading with Delilah and then Madness welcoming us to the House of Fun. After the madness of Madness we retreated to the van for a reasonably early night.
Can't wait for Glastonbury 2010.
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