We're stressed, we feel over-worked and arranging to meet up with friends feels more like a chore than the fun evening out it's mean to be. Personally, I think these are several symptoms of our increasing tech addiction.
There are other fantastic festivals up and down the country, but none of them come close to beating the Eavis family's spectacular. What makes Worthy Farm so special? And how can the organisers of Reading, Isle Of Wight, V et al replicate Glastonbury's success? Fresh from another brilliant weekend, I've got a few ideas...
Before I begin the account of my first festival experience, it might be a good time to explain why my 28-year-old, party-adoring, find-any-excuse-to-drink-before-midday self has taken so long to get pitched. You see, I thought they were all about the music.
Don't know about anyone else, but once the mercury hits above 20 - I shed the skin of a (semi) responsible person and get utterly side tracked by the pursuit of pleasure. That dead area at the beginning of the week (I think they call it Sunday-Tuesday) becomes a gin-sodden round of boozy picnics, 'just the one' after work drinks/dins and pub garden pick me ups...
This folk-rock singer is nothing like anyone else in the charts and she's proud of it. I caught up with her at Bestival to discuss music, festivals and her love of Tequila.
As I returned from Bestival roughly two week ago, after an indulgent summer of dragging a beer and mud stained tent up and down the country, I came to a conclusion. Festivals are all, in a way, a bit like Glastonbury.
It turns out that Chic are the perfect cure to a horrendous hangover and zero hours of sleep.
I've never understood how spending your precious time stacking icons of fruits on top of each other does much good for the world. Nor how, instead of watching live music, it is better to watch it through your phone screen, desperately trying to film it over the shoulder of the person in front of you.
Summer doesn't really feel over without a ferry trip across to the Isle of Wight in the first week of September. And for the last three years I have been making that journey from London to Portsmouth to Ryde to the Robin Hill Country Park for all the musical glory that is Bestival.
Who do you think you are speaking to Re. 'Festival Essentials'? Since I'll be attending Bestival this September, I thought I'd see what you have to offer. Here are some of your suggested inclusions...
In the last couple of years my home town of Portsmouth has undergone something of a curious transformation. This normally risk-averse island has been putting two fingers up at the cainophobic by opening up a number of jaunts that would not look out of place in my former residence, London.
The sun surely came out for us this weekend at Bestival, with barely a cloud in the sky to dampen the excitement four days of world class musical performances can bring. And one of the acts ready to share their music to a more than receptive audience was Two Door Cinema Club.
On the Friday, for those of you who can't wait for your favourite Marvel-inspired rapper's new production then you might enjoy the chance to join DOOM on stage.
In just over a week I'll be making my way to Robin Hill Country Park on the Isle of Wight to attend one of the most anticipated festivals on the summer music schedule: Bestival.
Famous last words from Jay Carter of Newrising, when they were booked to play David Goo's open mic night at the Cross Kings in Kings Cross back in 2009. Fast forward three years and this 21-year-old, who is indeed drenched in talent has been a constant feature in the charts since last September.
I used to love Bestival. So much. The first couple of years, before it was expanded, were an utter delight. I had one of my favourite gigs ever, in the Secret Disco, coming on after Sean Rowley's Guilty Pleasures...Quickly, however, the rot set in.