In true Glastonbury fashion, The Griefs make their way through driving rain to what, during any other year this side of 1940, should have been sunny Somerset!..only making a short stop for provisions (which in Steve Grief's case means..beer)..

Due to growing concerns that Steve may not be in full control of his legs, never mind his hands by the end of the night (due partly to said beer..and partly to more beer found onsite!), The Griefs take the stage first. Valiant efforts ensue to engage the audience and enthuse them with the appropriate festival spirit. The rain and mud made their standard rock uniforms a 'no-no', so it was on with the wellies (and in Pete Grief's case the addition of Tesco carrier bags as a precaution against trench-foot due to a borrowed pair still full of Glasto mud) and looking like a bunch of old scouts on a trek!..

Top set though, with highlights being a frantic 'Weekend Millionaires', a re-invigorated 'Margaret' and a dynamic/shambolic (depending on which Brother you ask) version of Tom Waits´ 'Jockey full of Bourbon'. Handsome Norm Grief held things together in true Workingmens Club style to distract from the usual dithering about by the lads between songs (they really should rehearse now and again!). Age started to show mid-set though, with Ray Grief suffering from exhaustion after two numbers, having to sit down for the rest of the set. Then Norm's dash to the toilet (though he swears it was the beer tent) during one number that he found 'too difficult'. Mark Grief led his usual rant from the back of the stage, adding his 'too fast/too slow' backing vocals to a shy first outing for 'Morrissey' . Steve Grief led the line brilliantly and sang like a trooper fired up by several litres of the local ale (his personal supply ran out mid-afternoon). Just to finish off, Pete orchestrated an encore featuring an 8 year old guitarist and Jessica from Under The Streetlamp for an impromptu version of 'Twist and Shout' (The Beatles played it this badly too, it's just that no one could hear them for the screaming!)..

Then it was on to the main event..a buffet! five hours of eating and drinking in the basic but homely (in Ray's case) surroundings of the cowshed, the Brothers doing what they do best!..half of them camping out in the rain afterwards in the 'Old Gits' field.

All in all, a great day!. Credit to the organisers and see you next year, festival goers!..