It's the little things which make a home...

Avid music festival goer, I still demand my creature comforts. Whatever the allure of the music, I will only attend if I can be assured that my 3S requirements are met. I need a warm, dry and comfortable place to sleep, a daily hot shower, and somewhere relatively private, pleasant and secure in order to... ah... sh... read a magazine and contemplate the day.

In cases where a luxury caravan, say, was not available, The Brown Corporation have released a potential solution for one's festival movements. I have no connection with the company, have never tested it, but from the heart of my bottom, I recommend it.

In the lottery, we got a caravan with a burly chassis

Tense moments indeed, as we logged on yesterday morning at 9am to get our Glastonbury tickets, in the select company of about 250,000 other online souls. Friend Jim, legendary gig-goer and now a hero yet again, managed to get our allocation at about 10am. Cheers all round! 135,000 were sold in less than two hours, from the 400,000 who had pre-registered.

Chris immediately booked our caravan. I trust we will get our usual slot in the cardigan and slippers corner.

Now, who can give me an accurate weather forecast for Shepton Mallet in 12 weeks time? That's when Shirley Bassey will be amongst this year's acts.