The evidence is irrefutable, m'lud

I finally got around to watching my recorded BBC FOUR coverage of the Cambridge Folk Festival last week, after BBC FOUR finally got around to showing it over two nights.

To my somewhat childish (and, I think, endearing) delight, I was clearly captured by the camera.

It was during Seth Lakeman's set.

No, not these guys, just after...

There I am!

Then I remembered that Chris had text'ed me to say that he had spotted us in Julien Temple's Glastonbury film. I had watched the DVD before, with no success, but TV stardom gave me renewed vigor, and last night I found us at about minute 8 of the film.

It was during a morning set from Tinariwen.

No, not this bloke.

Here we are! Chris in white T shirt on the left, me in hat.

Some notes are in order:
1) I am wearing the same sad shirt in both scenes (once under a sweatshirt). This is now my lucky media shirt, which I will wear at any camera-ridden music event, as long as it's summer-y.
2) Obviously, still pictures do not adequately portray the rather splendid and maniacal dancing with which I am indulging myself and my groove thang... well, in both scenes I am bobbing a bit.
3) Seth Lakeman was hugely enjoyable, and I rushed home and bought two records by him. Tinariwen were hugely enjoyable, and I wouldn't care if I never heard them again. It's a festival thing, go figure.