Idiotic buffoon that I am, I managed to kneel on my glasses on the last morning at Glastonbury. I should probably have put them on before struggling around my side of the tent trying to pack my stuff up. As a result of my mistake, I was without glasses until we got to my car where I grabbed by sunglasses, also known as "the spare pair". They're prescription - albeit not my current prescription, but close enough.

So I wandered around Glasto for a day wearing sunnies. Not too bad, even when it was raining.

After the struggle back to the car with the tent, and then the struggle back to the site, and then the struggle back to the car after the show, it was time to drive. Aching body and woozy head, darkness over the land, 3am driving... and I'm in my sunnies. Still, it was getting light, so the world just seemed strangely dimmed, rather than impossibly blackened. It's one advantage of the summer solstice weekend (not as big a disadvantage as the torrential mud-creating rain).

The following day, I went into Reading to get my glasses repaired or replaced. Having recently gotten a new prescription (with some effort) and, thus, with a set of £100 lenses sitting in the smashed frame, I was hoping to simply transplant the new lenses into new frames and end up with new glasses (effectively).

The problem is that the nearest frames weren't quite the same shape. The lenses may have fit, but the centre of vision may not have been where it should have been. In the end, I just had to buy a whole new pair. They couldn't solder the old pair, so the frames and new lenses went in the bin in the end.

D'oh.