I couldn’t go in ’90 (see Reading, above), it didn’t happen in ’91, so this was my first Glasto. Now, I’m not going to lie to you and say ‘I saw them, them, them and them, they played this this and that’. It was Glastonbury, and I saw some bands, that’s all we need to know. The Orb – brilliant, Jah Wobble – good, Primal Scream – messy, Senser – excellent. Highlight of the weekend was (bizarrely) Tom Jones, and the ladies dressed as cinema usherettes, selling knickers from their strap-on trays, to throw at him. This was really in the days before he got cool again.