Ah! Here comes Springtime in England. And with it comes that familiar rhythm of returning BBC favourites: The Boat Race (“who’s in the final this year? Tee hee!), The World Snooker Championship (for those of you watching in black and white.. why?), The Grand National (your first ever time in the bookies was to make an each way bet for your Nan, who wouldn’t be able to tell a horse from a pantomime horse)… And, just as much part of the season as daffodils and cream-egg-sticky fingers, that modern tradition of at last seeing the Glastonbury bill for this year and giving out about it. The less terrifying pages of our papers are already full of mutterered grumblings of underwhelmment. And why shouldn’t the Afterword have its own bunch of gripes? I was always going to be doing TV Glasto one way or another, so I’m not too bothered by a lot of quite interesting over anything specifically fab. My first impression is that Friday, usually a settling in day, seems the strongest. Is it me or is the recidivism rate increasing (in frequency at least)? Still, more acts to be confirmed (and it seems there are always a couple » Continue Reading.