I listened and screamed with laughter at Giles Wemmbley Hogg last night. The fact that I saw its creator, Marcus Brigstocke, at Glastonbury helped me understand the authenticity of the piece, but it was actually a straightforward sit-com, set around events that even non Glastonbury goers should have been able to relate to, and was very well written.

The line which got me was "I'm looking at, what can only be described as, Dame Shirley Bassey". "Shirley Bassey" is just a lovely lovely sounding set of syllables.

Having sat (and stood) and watched the lady perform, I can truly say she's a legend. She, and her massive orchestra, filled the gaping chasm of the Pyramid Stage and field with glorious music. Not only that, but she had the "balls" to repeat a song. And the audience loved her for it. Her arms raise like a bird in flight, as she sustains notes which climax as she turns her hands upwards, as though she is supporting the heavens, like a massive tanned Welsh pensioner Atlas.

Dame Shirley I salute thee.