I’ve decided to leave Glasto experience firmly in the past

Ewan McGregor  as Renton in Trainspotting - the gender neutral toilets Zella has visited are almost as grubby

ZELLA COMPTON: Men – just aim it in the right direction and we’ll all be happy!

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There are some years when I yearn to return to Glastonbury.

I attended the Somerset festival three times when I was in my late teens and, although I’ve been to similar ones since, I’ve never ventured back to the biggest and the baddest of summer festivals.

You can’t help but be caught up in festival fever living here on the south coast. After all, there are the sounds of the Isle of Wight’s various offerings tantalisingly flitting in and out of hearing, the Wickham festival, various Gosport ones plus all that Portsmouth offers.

I did ponder going to Glastonbury this time around. But even if I had chosen to go it would have been nigh on impossible as tickets sold out very quickly.

Not like 25 years ago, when I had to trawl the back streets of Winchester to find a dubious travel agent who tore me out a ticket from a raffle-type booklet as I handed over my £48 with trepidation. It was so much money and the ticket was so flimsy.

Back then you would definitely not have had the likes of The One Show reporting from the event.

All this coverage on the telly feels wrong. One of the news discussions on Sunday morning was whether Glastonbury had shot itself in the foot by having Metallica to headline on Saturday night.

Some reporter was there, treating the festival much like a sports event.

What right does the BBC have to judge Glastonbury?

This is an institution which has summarily failed to sort itself out and then sends reporters to make light of other people’s decisions as if Glastonbury was funded by a licence fee.

I’ve decided to leave my Glastonbury festival experience in my past.

That way I can remember how wonderful it was to discover a world of like-minded people, to eat food from around the world, to shower in mixed stalls, to camp with thousands of people and sing under the stars to The Cure without live media coverage from safe and warm caravans.

Sadly its rural and wild appeal has now been taken hostage by the corporates.

Will Michael Eavis miss me? I sincerely doubt it, much as I will not miss what Glastonbury seems to have become these days.