Leaving Glastonbury at 3am on Monday morning we headed back to our rehearsal space in south London.

There we dropped the majority of our gear (the stuff that wasn't going to fit on a plane) and were driving to the Ramada Hotel at Gatwick Airport by midday. We arrived there mid afternoon and spent a boring evening next to a motorway eating over-priced sandwiches.

Travelling companions: A

Next morning my mobile phone rudely awoke me at 6.45am. We were checked in on a flight to Copenhagen by 8am and drinking coffee with our good friends A by 8.15. They were also playing the festival and their company on the journey was more than welcome.

At Copenhagen, we sat around for a couple of hours whilst Dan Carter - A's bass player - entertained himself with the gift shop's very un-English selection of pornography and then we all boarded a flight to Kristinsand, Norway. An hour later we were there, somewhat flustered.

As soon as we got to the hotel, there was barely time for us to say "Nice bunk-beds" before Maccum the tour manager dragged us off to a nearby (and much nicer) hotel to do some press.

People take one listen and run screaming back to the campsite

We spent the next hour or so talking about ourselves, drinking coffee and wondering how a sandwich could cost �13.

Missed bands

At about six o'clock Andy, Andy and Paul vanished to watch A and Rival Schools leaving Colin and myself to do the last interview. That done, we headed back to our hotel to wash up, but not before eating an �8 fast food burger. Ouch.

By a quarter to eight I was showered, changed and waiting outside the hotel for our transport to take us to the rock.

This is typical of a festival day for us. We're at one of the most beautiful festival sites in Europe and all I've done is sit in a hotel, missed two of my favourite bands and spent too much money on bad food.

Festival star: Travis singer Fran Healy

Finally we make it to the festival site. It rocks. As we load in, The Dropkick Murphys fire up on the smaller outdoor stage. We're in the sports hall, which is the only indoor stage. We pray for rain.

Muse are scheduled to play at 8.30. We haven't seen them since the tour we supported them on last year so we rush over to the main stage to catch their set. Glen, their tour manager, lets us stand side stage for the set.

Hallucinate

It's an awesome site and they sound great as always. All that's visible from the stage is cliffs, the sea and brilliant sunshine. Oh, and about twenty thousand people loving every minute of it.

We're not on until 1am, which totally sucks. The late slots at Scandinavian festivals are not prestigious. Today we are a clean-up band and we're going to have to try extra hard to convince the late revellers to stick around.

I spend the next five hours sitting in our dressing room drinking coffee in a pathetic attempt to wake up.

Andy Bews is asleep in the corner of the room. I am so sleep-deprived I'm actually starting to hallucinate. This is what happens when your tour schedule goes Leeds, then Glastonbury, then Norway - in four days.

Hundred Reasons are playing festivals in Cardiff and Nottingham this month

Travis finish off the main stage at 11.45 and those members of the crowd that are awake start to head for the exit which leads directly past our stage.

We think: "Great, they're all going to walk past, hear the band before us making noise, realise the party's only just begun and we're going to play to a packed house!".

Screaming

Wrong. The band before us are called Nogaxt (or something) and they consist of drums, a distorted bass, a distorted violin and about 200 decibels of the worst one-note free-form rubbish you've ever heard in your life. People take one listen and run screaming back to the campsite.

We eventually hit stage at 1am on the dot cheered from the side of the stage by A, Rival Schools, Muse and their assorted crew.

Fan: Muse's Matthew Bellamy

It's a band/crew convention stage right. The crowd are tired, but we manage to get a few of them clapping along and everyone cheers at the end. It's a good time, ignoring the fact that the lack of earthed power on stage nearly kills Mole, our guitar technician, as he replaces a faulty power lead.

We hang around for a while with old friends drinking free beer and make it back to our hotel for about 3.30am. I lie fully clothed on the bed and snooze until we check out 2 hours later.

We're back on a plane heading to Copenhagen by 7am and back at Gatwick by eleven. I am now so tired I barely know my own name and I begin to question my existence. I soon give up on that and just enjoy it.

If only for memory's sake.