"Er, you've got a camera stuck to your face."
This is Leah, the girl I went down with, and who was absolutely brilliant company all weekend.
No mate, you're looking the wrong way. Jimmy's on the stage.
The Pyramid Stage. On the screens you can see Jimmy Cliff. The man is a God.
Is it just me or does the one in the pink look very strange too?
The crowds at the back of the Pyramid Stage Arena.
Look, if we're going to kiss him, we've got to get closer than this.
Right at the back of the arena, we're probably about half a mile away from the stage. Never ever underestimate the size of the place.
So why do they call it the Pyramid Stage again?
A bit further round, you can see the wonderfully hygienic bins in the front of the picture, and a speaker stack in the middle. The Polyphonic Spree are on stage. You can just about make out their red robes.
"I don't think much of these Touring Breaks. I haven't had a break all day."
The Turin Brakes at about half six on Saturday. And a large branch.
Weird how it can be dark and sunny at the same time.
The Flaming Lips and their two perpetual suns at the front of the stage, one of whom was Zoe Ball.
I can't see a damn thing.
A very, very bad photo of Radiohead on Saturday night. They were amazing.
"I really want to be somewhere else."
From left to right: Dan, Burt and Leah. (Tom) Burt's a mate from my course, and also works at the Rhyddings with Leah. Dan's his friend from Bristol.
"You are all doomed. DOOMED!"
Myself, Dan, Burt and Leah. This photo was taken by a random guy at about 1am in the Glade, a dance tent. At this point, Aphex Twin were playing.
"I'd quite like to fall over now."
On the left, the random guy that took the previous photo. I love that guy.
"They're not letting me fall over. Help me."
I think this was at the 24 Hour Energy Tent at about 4am.
"I swear there was a hot dog there a second ago."
Leah at about 6am while having a contest with Burt to see if they could throw a small piece of paper into each other's mouths.
"I liked that."
After a two-hour bong session, 7am. We were very, very stoned.
The essentials.
The tent in the morning. As you can see, beer is very much the quintessential item.
"No, I promise you no-one can see us rolling this."
One of the market streets at about 2pm on Sunday. The couple in the foreground are representative of the whole festival.
It's a bit smaller.
The Other Stage. It's still pretty fucking big.
Thumbs up!
Don't worry, she was okay. The neck brace was a precaution after the immense car accident we had on the way back on Sunday night. There'll be a follow-up to this detailing almost all that happened this weekend. Most of it's already on my blog, http://cypherspace.blogspot.com which you have to read backwards as it won't cope with large posts, but it hasn't got the last couple of days yet. Be patient!