Not surprisingly, Glastonbury is raw. The news of Michael Jackson’s death is obviously overshadowing everything else that happens this weekend, and as the festival limbered up to the poppermost strains of Bjorn Again, everybody was working out how they were going to enjoy themselves.
The answer, obviously, is to celebrate his life and his music by celebrating pop music itself, at the greatest celebration of pop music the world has ever known.
I’ll be spending today bringing you tributes from Glastonbury’s great, good and weird. To begin, the thoughts of Miss Peaches Geldof.