Glastonbury 2009: day one photo gallery
26th Jun 2009 | 16:08
It's raining... but we're going in anyway
Welcome to Glastonbury Festival - day one proper. You've seen the pre-Friday madness, we've survived the first torrential downpour (and the lightning…) and now we're on the hunt for singing, dancing and dodgy Jacko tribute t-shirts? Click on...
Next page: clouds? Hell, it ain't Glasto without 'em!
We made it through the night but woke early to - yes - even more rain. Still, it's Friday - day one 'proper'. Let's go find us some music...
Björn Again kick off Glastonbury proper, to a wet but determined audience of ponchos. They opened with Waterloo, but are currently playing... Rocking All Over The World?!
Yep - it's definitely Glastonbury. But so muddy so soon? It's gonna get worse!
Give peas a chance. And bees while we're here.
"The band's vocals sounded a bit tinny..."
Our friend here really likes Glastonbury 2009. Actually, there's no music playing, but we didn't have the heart to tell him...
Hot 8 Brass Band cover Snoop Dogg - a big festival moment.
Dubstep's favourite sons Skream and Benga kill it with a seriously heavy remix of Hold The Line by scenesters fave Major Lazer. Dubstep mash-up? Hell yeah.
Inevitibility alert: Skream plays his massive (if slightly overplayed) remix of La Roux's In For The Kill.
Nice flowers, @mikeskinner, very very nice flowers.
In this week's Wacky Races, Penelope Pitstop decides to take a detour via The Park stage...
... whilst Tina Turner makes for the finish line via backstage. And beyond the thunderdome. Tina Turner was in Wacky Races, right?
Buy your pear cider early on, folks. It's Friday, it's late and people are getting angry...
Our first proper Glasto moment. This is The Streets doing Billie Jean - I can hardly hear the band over the crowd. Bloody hell.
Forgive the blurry "camerawork" but my hands are properly shaking - in the distance, that is the legendary Q-Tip and this journo is now officially in heaven.
It might not look like much but through the murk, Q-Tip is currently playing the Jackson 5-sampling (Dancing Machine, to be precise) Move to an unsurprisingly now-ballistic crowd.
Okay, that's it for Friday. Apologies for the sometimes dodgy camerawork and wanton adoration of Mr Skinner. I'm off for some kip and we'll see you sometime tomorrow (unless I drop the camera in the portaloos). Jon.