Stormzy was good but Miley Cyrus was better: Glastonbury Festival reviewed

Glastonbury was almost ruined for me by Kylie Minogue. Very selfishly, she started her sunbaked set – in the Sunday afternoon slot reserved for pop legends – while Boy and I were packing up the tent ready to make a quick getaway later that evening. By the time we got to the Pyramid Stage, the crowds were so thick you could barely push your way through to a view of the video screens at the side, let alone the stage itself.

‘Please don’t let her have done my favourite song yet,’ I said to a chap in a shiny red jacket. (I decided to stand near him because he’d said ‘You’re James Delingpole!’ as I stumbled past, in a friendly way, not in a nasty way which is always my fear amid so many greenies). ‘What’s your favourite song?’ ‘The one that goes “La la la. La lalalaa la. La la la.