I’ve had a great weekend, but it’s all come and gone too quickly.
The ingredients were all there, great food, great wine, great wit and banter with friends, interspersed with a great Glastonbury; the latter from the comfort of my armchair.
Just brilliant to see some of the oldies rocking it. Barry Gibb who, at times, seemed a little overwhelmed that he could still attract such a huge audience at 70. Age is but a number.
One Bee Gee attracting one of the largest crowds of the weekend, as he reeled off a mere handful of his greatest hits.
Another big draw, Katy Perry, finished her performance by executing the security guard’s nightmare … stage diving followed by a little crowd surfing.
But for me, the best came last. Ed Sheeran. Headlining. On his own. No band, no backing singers, no dancers.
Just Ed with his trusty acoustic guitar and a loop pedal, throwing his all into a stunning performance, that entertained and enthralled the vast sea of people. Raw talent at it’s very best. Watching last night, I felt like I wanted to compare him to a magician, because I couldn’t second guess what he was going to pull out of the bag next. A visually breathtaking performance. An art form in real-time.
It’s been one hell of a weekend.