Glamping

Forget floral playsuits, Veuve Clicquot wellies and battered straw trilbies, I have achieved the ultimate level of festival style:


Cold? Tent too far away? Commandeering your father's anorak and converting into a fetching pair of jodphur-esque pants=the answer!


In all seriousness though, these were the main trends I observed at Glastonbury this year:

The aforementioned battered straw hat.

Floral EVERYTHING!

Wellies, of course. Ideally either patterned (though I really cannot stand patterned wellies), Hunter or Joules. Most had long socks peeking over the top, sometimes in rather dubious neon argyle check.

Due to the (fantastic!) weather, a lot of canvas pumps were seen peeking out from the sea of rubber feet.

Oddly, I saw a lot of UGG boots. Sorry to say, I don't have anything against UGGs, but I wouldn't wear mine to Glastonbury considering the cost...

Shorts: very sensible as if your jeans get wet it's utter misery, and mud splattered legs can easily be sorted with a daily wet-wipe shower!

Hoodies. Mostly leavers' hoodies (guilty!), ideally from a reputable public school, but lots of university stash, Topman and Jack Wills, as well.

"Kanye West glasses", in all colours, which were on sale EVERYWHERE for extortionate prices.

Dresses, dresses, and dresses.

And at Dizzee Rascal (yep!), lots of those ridiculous baseball caps which look a bit like riding hats!

Overall, Lupe Fiasco was my definite favourite, which was a surprise and possibly due to pear cider consumption. I also felt Jay Z did an amazing job, using his criticism to actually blow his critics out of the water. I bet that oaf, Gallagher, is seething...