To which Glastonbury veterans will probably knowingly respond with a smug smile and an exhortation to chill. If you don’t want to be pummelled by the mighty macho Metallica, you can drift over to the West Holt stage to catch the sophisticated grooves of legendary lounge lizard Bryan Ferry or head to the Acoustic tent for some rambunctious Celtic Soul from Dexys Midnight Runners. You could go clubbing with Fatboy Slim in the Sonic tent, or, if you are really too young to know better, singalong to the reheated Britpop of Jake Bugg on the Other Stage. There is always something else going on at Glastonbury, even if it’s just some chakra realignment in an incense spiced healing tent. Glastonbury is so vast and wide ranging it effectively ends up as a bespoke experience. Whether it turns out to be a classic festival or not rather depends on where you find yourself at any given moment.