A CASUAL amble from the Pyramid, where R&B-rap-pop singer Janelle Monae just gave an explosive performance of bootylicious-cum-Michael Jackson dancing complete with flamboyant costume changes and a powerful speech on gay rights for Pride week, to the nearby Woodsies stage to see Kim Gordon, of Sonic Youth fame, and her band angrily playing a guitar with a screwdriver, is the sort of hilariously at odds vibe change so typical of Glastonbury festival.

Yet this is all part of Glastonbury's magic. Whatever you may think of Coldplay, and Chris Martin’s occasionally irritating messianic twaddle to the audience, the poptastic Dua Lipa or rising star Sza, there’s almost certainly something for even the most hardened of contrarians.

Outside of the eclectic mix of artists, bands and DJs there’s the usual proud political tradition. Flags — an essential if you ever want to meet your friends — were a sea of Palestinian ones this year. And there were references to the ongoing genocide aplenty.