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Metro
01-07-2025
- Entertainment
- Metro
Not inspired by the Glastonbury headliners? These 6 acts blew me away
Glastonbury headliners are always the talk of the town – but there's so much more to the beloved Worthy Farm music festival. Away from the celebrity sightings and fallouts over particular sets, there have been some stellar performances across the weekend. With hotly anticipated acts like Charli XCX, Olivia Rodrigo, The 1975 and yes even our mysterious Patchwork (which turned out to be none other than Pulp), 2025 was bursting with talent. The weekend finished with a bang as The Prodigy provided festival goers with 90s Big Beat goodness in tribute to their late, legendary frontman Keith Flint. This year even saw a dramatic last minute replacement for Deftones in the form of Skepta, who brought in massive crowds despite just five hours' notice. While the headliners might bring in the biggest crowds – be it a Pyramid performer or the likes of Scissor Sisters on Woodsies – here are our picks for the six acts that will make 2025 go down in history. Walking onto the Park Stage with a group singers dressed as nuns is a sight to behold but Self Esteem is way more than just visuals. Her Friday set, nestled between Biffy Clyro and the headliners, drew a sizeable crowd and for good reason. This is a pop star on the brink of superstardom. Rebecca Taylor, better known as Self Esteem, effortlessly switches between dance numbers like 69 and self love anthems like Focus is Power and Cheers to Me. Her backing vocalists give a choral element to the performance, elevating the entire set above your average pop princess. Her genre-defying third album, A Complicated Woman, was released in April to critical acclaim so don't be surprised if you see more and more from Self Esteem soon. She has an honesty to her lyrics and a twinkle of mischief in her eye; like a British Renee Rapp. You can tell Rebecca has so much more to give and in a few years could be headlining – watch this space. The return of Rizzle Kicks after almost a decade away was met with thunderous applause from the Other Stage audience. Jordan Stephens and Harley Alexander-Sulé defined British summer music in the 00s and 2010s but have been on a nine year hiatus. There's an infectious joy about Rizzle Kicks' music that embodies summer, particularly for those who were teenagers when their original albums dropped. Every single track is a crowd pleaser from opening song Lost Generation to When I Was A Youngster. Their music just screams fun, honestly, who else would bring out a combination of iconic DJ Fatboy Slim, rising star Rachel Chinouriri, and their own parents. Yep, Jordan's mum ran on stage with a Palestine flag while Harley's dad was revealed to be in the band. Chaos and summertime vibes, what more could you want from this beloved duo? Very few artists could shut down Woodsies at 11.30am but that's the power of Lorde. Even fewer could hold that crowd as they sang their brand new album, released that day , in its entirety. Lorde, real name Ella Yelich-O'Connor, is a bit of a myth herself thanks to her reclusive tendencies and quirky personality. Shape shifting slightly for each album, with Virgin marking an era of 'freedom' for the star as she sheds gender conformity. Her onstage presence is hypnotic, moving between awkward and sexy with ease. Her vocals are equally as mesmerising, suiting this new album in a way that some of her older tracks haven't (looking at you Solar Power). One of 2025's many not-so-secret sets, Lorde's appearance was one of the most hotly anticipated of Glastonbury. While fans may have seen her popping up recently, this marked her first gig since XXX and pressure was on. the nature of a large stage secret set marks you for icon status immediately but a secret set that marks your return and album roll out after four years away. Now that's historic. Smug fans will mention this for years to come and we can't blame them (did we mention we were there too?). It's been a few days now but Glastonbury and the world are both still recovering from the emotional reaction to seeing Lewis Capaldi return to the stage. In 2023, Lewis was helped to the finish line of his emotional set by the crowd, as his battle with Tourette's became a difficult one at Worthy Farm on the occasion. That set turned out to be one of the last that the Someone You Loved singer would perform for the next two years, making his grand return over the weekend. Another not so secret set, Lewis joked about everyone knowing that it would be him taking that Saturday slot. On stage for 30 minutes, the Hold Me While You Wait hitmaker made of point of 'finishing what he started' before launching into new single Survive. Tears were shed by both viewers and Lewis alike throughout the set, but Survive broke anyone who wasn't already in floods. Where better to mark your return than the very stage you last walked off. The crowd welcomed him back with open arms, belting his lyrics back to him. This time he didn't need Glastonbury to help him, but the crowd was there regardless. A real triumph. Kaiser Chiefs sparked outrage with those watching at home as they were not broadcast live on the BBC. But at Worthy Farm it was hard to miss the I Predict A Riot hitmakers on stage. Getting Glasto-goers up on Saturday morning after a late night is no easy task but at midday, Kaiser Chiefs pulled in a crowd usually reserved for the likes of legends or headliners. Everyone was singing along to the lyrics to hits such as Ruby (with note perfect 'ahahahahahahh's from the crowd). Even those walking past or sitting in the shade, away from the crowd were singing along to those classic tracks. What better way to kick off your Saturday, even if it's bit loud for the hangovers. Next stop, headlining – or at least getting on TV next time! Doechii The Tampa, Florida rapper and singer has caused quite the stir over the last 12 months, and she crowned her recent successes with another stellar live set to rival her already legendary NPR Tiny Desk slot. Weezer The American veteran rockers were on a Glastonbury stage for the first time in 1995 and they brought a wholesome hits collection with them, playing their California power pop songs to a sun-kissed crowd on the Saturday. Denzel Curry The US rapper's star has risen considerably over the last decade and he made sure to bring the noise and energy with his set at Worthy Farm, racing through a collection of his best work his with typical rapid-fire rap delivery. St. Vincent The Oklahoma-born singer-songwriter and guitarist extraordinaire brought her guitar-wielding weirdness to Glastonbury over the weekend, confirming once again that she's always one to watch if her name pops up on a festival bill. Royel Otis The duo from Bondi Beach, Australia performed a string of their upbeat surfer tunes on Sunday, as well as their covers of Murder on the Dancefloor and Linger, which were just as captivating as the first time they went viral with them. The Prodigy 90s dance heads reckon The Prodigy paid perfect tribute to their late frontman Keith Flint. An electrifying and exciting set on the Other Stage closed the weekend and had fans at Worthy Farm and at home with their hands in the air. Madalitso Band This Malawian duo deserve a nod simply for playing the most unique instrument at the entire Glastonbury Festival in 2025: a single-string bass known as a babatoni, which underpins their sweet East African folk tunes. Pulp famously headlined Glastonbury Festival 30 years ago with just 10 days notice – this was after original headliners The Stone Roses had to pull out thanks to an injury in the band. A lot of time has passed since then, and Pulp aren't interested in pretending it hasn't – frontman Jarvis Cocker is older in the face and older in the voice, but beautifully so. The Sheffield pop rockers launched into a fine collection of their biggest hits of the 1990s after being unveiled as the secret surprise act Patchwork, despite multiple denials. Opening with Sorted for E's & Wizz and then launching into Disco 2000, Jarvis didn't ignore the fact that a song that was once about the future is now set 25 years in the past – and applied the same gravitas and pathos to his entire performance. More Trending He was so approachable with the crowd and so eager to catch up with old friends that he had to be told he was running out of time after chatting between almost every song. Keyboardist Candida Jones continued to amaze as well, providing incredible work on her assortment of synths and keyboards despite having to manage her rheumatoid arthritis on the day. Catch up with Glastonbury Festival 2025 on BBC iPlayer. Article co-written with Robert Oliver and Pierra Willix. Got a story? If you've got a celebrity story, video or pictures get in touch with the entertainment team by emailing us celebtips@ calling 020 3615 2145 or by visiting our Submit Stuff page – we'd love to hear from you. MORE: Bob Vylan claim they're being 'targeted' in new statement after Glastonbury IDF controversy MORE: BBC addresses fury after legendary band's final ever show wasn't filmed at Glastonbury MORE: 80s music icon almost cancelled long-overdue Glastonbury debut over hearing fears
The Guardian
29-06-2025
- Entertainment
- The Guardian
Adrian Chiles's first time at Glastonbury: ‘The peace-and-love control knobs get turned up to 11'
I thought I would never go to Glastonbury, and that was fine with me. Six years ago, I wrote about how it was my idea of hell, my event 101. Ever since then, for reasons known only to themselves, my Guardian handlers have been badgering me to come. They wore me down. They got me to Glastonbury. What was my problem? Well, while I knew I would love a lot of the music, there are some creature comforts I won't be without. Nothing fancy – my personal hygiene bar is rather low; going without a shower for a few days holds no fear for me. All I insist upon is a clean bog and a bed on which to sleep, neither of which are easy to find at Worthy Farm. The odd thing with Glastonbury is that even those who love it will also tell you terrible things about it. Murder when it's hot. Misery when it's wet. Chaotic, confusing, can't get near the stage. Flip-flops? You must be mad – your feet will be covered in filth! The toilets? God, they're – retch – awful. But you must go, they would all conclude. Must I? Apparently so. As the weekend neared, my anxiety ratcheted up. In one stress dream, I was bundled, protesting, on stage to introduce Self Esteem. Weird. In another, I was up there in a spelling competition trying to spell arboretum. Weirder still. On the radio, I sought listeners' advice for a Glastonbury virgin. The first text in read: 'Baby wipes, baby wipes and baby wipes.' I bought some baby wipes. Someone else said: 'Make sure you get your drugs tested at the back-of-house testing sites.' I'll be sure to do that – and if my atorvastatin turns out to be knock-off, I'll be speaking to my pharmacist in the strongest terms. Rob, 49, got in touch to say it would be his first time too, and he was more nervous than excited. My daughters, both of whom would be there, said things like: 'Don't do anything strange,' and: 'Don't do anything embarrassing.' They both asked, sweetly enough, if I had any friends going, because they didn't want anyone saying: 'We just saw your dad walking around on his own.' Parenting is about the journey from being the carer to being the cared for. This has been the weekend my children and I crossed that Rubicon. Are you OK? Have you eaten? Did you bring your sun cream? Toilet paper? Surely it should be me asking these questions, not struggling to answer them. To dodge the traffic, I decided to travel on my motorbike. That way, if it was really awful, I could attempt an exit à la Steve McQueen in The Great Escape. It turned out to be a good decision: I swept right up to the gate, trundled into the secure bike compound and parked alongside the incredibly few motorbikes in there. Bingo. It's the way to go. So there I was, a Glastonbury first-timer not even into the festival proper, already offering dad advice on how to do it better. Fifty-eight is decidedly late to lose your virginity at anything. This weekend felt like going to a Doctor Who convention without having seen an episode of Doctor Who, or taking up skiing having never trodden on snow. Last summer, I went on a cruise for the first time and it was the same then – everyone apart from me seemed to know the ropes. All at sea, then and now. At first, I always seemed to be walking in the opposite direction to everyone else. On one occasion, a river of people marching in the same direction blocked my way. Ill-advisedly, I tried to dance across the general flow. There was an obvious lesson: chill out, Grandad, and go with that flow. I'm not a grandfather, by the way, but I felt like one there. While it was not exactly a youthful crowd, 95% of them appeared to be younger than me. Anxiously, I scanned around for someone, anyone, to make me feel young again, or at least not so old. There were the odd one or two, but not many. 'Shed Seven,' someone said to me. 'You should have been at Shed Seven. Everyone there was ancient.' Damn, that would have been a good place to start. Instead, I broke my duck at Alanis Morissette. 'What's Alanis Morissette?' asked my younger daughter. Fair question, given she wasn't even thought of when Jagged Little Pill came out. So how come I seemed to be the oldest one there, too? I certainly felt more than seven years the senior of Alanis, who looked no different on Friday than she did back then. I picked up a particular vibe about the Glastonbury crowd. It was in the look on everyone's faces, the way they walked, the very set of their jaws. I would characterise it as a mix of pleasure and pain, excitement and exhaustion. By the time I turned up, everyone already looked a bit knackered. Happy, no doubt, but knackered. And this was only Friday afternoon. Blimey. What is this, a funfest or an endurance test? 'Both!' said everyone to whom I posed this question. As one young woman said to me, with feeling: 'The highs are high, but the lows are very low.' Right, I get it now: no pain, no gain. I can work with that, I thought. Once I understood what this Glastonbury caper was all about, I could engage. Pain was certainly something I experienced listening to Busta Rhymes. Without wishing to sound as old as I felt, his act seemed to involve a lot of shouting. Go with the flow, I reminded myself. I put my arms in the air when commanded by the great man to do so. I even endeavoured to move them backwards and forwards in time with everyone else. God loves a trier. I got a text from a friend, Max, a Glastonbury old hand who turned out to be there busting some rhymes, too. My daughter, seeing a chance to get shot of me, led the way to him. Picking your way through a crowd is a skill this festival novice lacks. She yelled at me to keep up with her. This was easier for her to say than for me to do: she is quite small, with small feet, whereas I'm quite big, with correspondingly big feet. It is tricky to make brisk progress without knocking a drink – or the drinker – over, or causing lasting damage to fingers or toes. This must happen all the time, with all sorts of pushing, shoving and bad blood ensuing. I asked Max how often fights broke out. 'At Glastonbury? Never,' he said. And this, astonishingly, seems to be the case. All this chaos, intoxicants of all kinds and general exuberance, yet no trouble at all. Miraculous. OK, there have been political blows exchanged, but that is different. In terms of physical skirmishing, there will have been more nonsense on your high street this weekend than on the whole Glastonbury site. Max suggested we go to see Self Esteem on the Park stage. She had managed to start without me introducing her. And she was brilliant, really properly brilliant. With the help of nothing more than some warmish lager, my mate Max and this gifted woman from Rotherham, I felt a perfect high. I even, incredibly, bumped into Rob, who had texted in to my radio show that it was his first time. We agreed it was all very nice. Yes, this was great. But, as I had been warned, every high is followed by a low. I had a look at Loyle Carner, who was just wrapping up on the Other stage, then called it a day. It was only then, back in my tent, that I realised I had got something very wrong. Two years ago, Lana Del Rey's microphone was cut because she overran her headline slot. From this, I had drawn the conclusion that the organisers took their curfews and noise abatement responsibilities very seriously. Quite right, too. I assumed everyone else would be turning in now, too. I honestly thought my sleep would be disturbed by nothing louder than the sound of fellow campers snoring or, at worst, having sex. How very wrong I was. The snoring or sex would have needed to have been loud indeed to break the infernal racket that banged on for hours, all over the site. Why did they cut poor Lana's mic if this aural pandemonium goes on all night anyway? Sleep came only as dawn approached, and fitfully. Truly, the God that is Glastonbury giveth and taketh away. I rose early to commence the search for some highs to make up for the night's bottomless lows. For reasons of vanity, the previous evening I had dispensed with the compression sock I am always supposed to wear on my left leg. Now, I was paying a price for that, so, odd though it looks when I'm in shorts, back on it went. I was too tired to be anything other than my authentic self. I chanced upon the Glade stage, where a modest but appreciative crowd were swaying in a relaxed fashion to the sound of – and I quote from the programme – Channel One's Mikey Dread bringing roots, rock and reggae vibrations with MC's vinyl and dubplates. Even though I'm familiar with more than half of those words, this didn't mean a lot to me. Still, what's not to like about a slow, heavy reggae beat? Among the swayers there were a good few blokes my age – at last! – shifting their weight from foot to foot. I stood there a while, enjoying it, and, almost despite myself, found my weight tentatively shifting from foot to foot. Then, two very odd things happened. First, the prodigious, dungeon-deep bass slightly changed pitch. I was astonished, not to say alarmed, to find that this – and I'm sorry not to spare you this detail – made my testicles throb in time with the music. I couldn't work out if the other blokes were feeling the same thing. Perhaps Mikey Dread had just found my frequency. Look, I don't mind a bit of something different late at night, but at lunchtime on a sunny Saturday, I wasn't ready. Gingerly, I started to edge my way out, only for something even odder to happen. I was stopped by a petite woman, around my age, who shouted something in my ear that sounded like 'DVT'. I thought this was some reference to my cursed compression sock, but it turned out she had said 'DMT'. Specifically: 'You need to smoke some DMT,' which presumably is what was emanating from the thing she was waving under my nose. I thanked her very politely, but refused. It became clear that this was an extremely good decision. 'The effects of DMT take hold almost immediately when smoked. Users may feel like they are instantly transported to another universe,' I read. Crikey. 'Within five minutes … users may experience increased blood pressure, rapid heartbeat and dilated pupils.' Relieved but shaken, I went off to the Healing Fields. There, a nice chap from Dorset calmed me with instructions on how to carve a heart into a square of Maltese limestone. All this before lunch. There really is something for everyone in this place. The sun got hotter, the crowds thickened and still, to my increasing admiration, not a temper frayed. The sheer good nature of everyone in attendance started to feel almost absurd. My daughter told me to meet her at the Other stage, where she said I would enjoy Beabadoobee – no, me neither. But she was right, I did. It was all getting nicer and nicer. Word reached me of fire and brimstone elsewhere ahead of the Kneecap gig. It came across like news from a distant planet where they did things differently. I neither saw, heard nor felt anything along those lines anywhere I ventured all weekend. By the time Pulp took to the Pyramid stage, the peace-and-love control knobs were turned up to 11. Sensing the softening of my heart, my colleagues took the opportunity to force me into silly hats and whatnot. Everyone sang along. Everyone danced. Even me, nearly. The Red Arrows flew over. What next? Santa? To my consternation, I got a bit tearful. I give in. Glastonbury is a good thing. Anything that makes the world feel this nice has to be a seriously good thing. To anyone who has been scathing about Glastonbury without having attended – as was the case with me – I humbly suggest your cynicism would not survive the reality of being here.
BBC News
29-06-2025
- Entertainment
- BBC News
Woman's Hour Weekend Woman's Hour: SEND, Christiane Amanpour, Self Esteem, Return of the bullet bra
The Department for Education has just released the latest figures that show another rise in the number of Education, Health and Care Plans, or EHCPs, in England. These are the legal documents that outline what support a child or young person with special educational needs and disabilities is entitled to. The BBC's education reporter Kate McGough, Jane Harris, vice chair of the Disabled Children's Partnership, and Jacquie Russell from West Sussex County Council joined Clare McDonnell. Christiane Amanpour has been at the forefront of international news for more than 40 years, reporting from all over the world as a journalist and war reporter as well as being CNN's Chief International Anchor, steering the helm of several programmes including CNN International's nightly interview programme Amanpour. She's now launched a podcast, Christiane Amanpour Presents: The Ex-Files with Jamie Rubin. It's a weekly foreign affairs show, co-hosted with Jamie, a former U.S. diplomat and Assistant Secretary of State and also her ex-husband. Christiane joined Clare to discuss. The musician, songwriter and actress, Rebecca Lucy Taylor, aka Self Esteem won the 2021 BBC Music Introducing Artist of the Year Award and achieved a nomination for the Mercury Prize in 2022 with Prioritise Pleasure. More recently she has performed the lead role of Sally Bowles in the West End production of Cabaret. She talks to Anita Rani about her new album, A Complicated Woman, and performing on the Park Stage at Glastonbury this weekend. The bullet bra has made a recent return to the catwalk and to the cover of British Vogue, where singer Dua Lipa can be seen sporting a blush satin Miu Miu creation in the July issue. But will the silhouette, once favoured by Marilyn Monroe and Madonna, cut through to the high street? And what does that mean for the comfortable t-shirt bras that have been going strong since lockdown? Julia Hobbs, British Vogue's contributing senior fashion features editor has recently road-tested the bullet bra. She joins Clare to discuss the experience, along with Karolina Laskowska, a lingerie designer and the director of The Underpinnings Museum. Presenter: Clare McDonnell Producer: Annette Wells Editor: Rebecca Myatt
Irish Times
02-06-2025
- Lifestyle
- Irish Times
DJ Annie Mac is boarding the UK slow-travel movement to save the planet and Ireland should follow suit
DJ Annie Mac is taking the train to Glastonbury this year. The Irish performer, whose real name is Annie Macmanus , joins a group of other artists playing at the Somerset festival who have all pledged to ditch the car in support of a new campaign entitled 'I came by train'. 'The point is to get people just to think a little bit harder about how they are getting places,' said the former BBC Radio1 DJ on her Instagram account last week. 'Can you get the train, can you get an affordable ticket, instead of getting the car, because by doing that, it's 67 per cent less polluting than getting in the car.' READ MORE Supported by the train app Trainline, the 'I came by train' campaign asks people to do their bit for the environment by pledging to switch one car journey to a train journey. Macmanus has joined fellow Glastonbury acts including Self Esteem and Sam Ryder in making the pledge to get there by train. By travelling on the train from London's Paddington station to Castle Cary, the nearest station to Glastonbury, festival-goers will save 12.8kg of carbon dioxide compared to those driving, according to the 'I came by train' carbon calculator. Travel from Holyhead to Castle Cary by train instead of by car and you'll save 31.5kg of carbon dioxide. Taking about six hours and about three changes, that route isn't going to be practical for everyone. But you don't have to be going to Glastonbury to do the right thing. Just swap one car journey to train, any journey at all, the campaign asks. From rising temperatures to water shortages, marine heatwaves to gorse fires and floods, the planet is clearly struggling. We know we need to change how we do things, but it can be hard to know where to start. And if a billionaire can send five celebrities on a space tourism-promoting flight , the emissions from which scientists say will contribute to global-heating and ozone depletion, why, you might ask, should you put yourself out by taking the train? But whataboutery really isn't going to get us anywhere. That's why, despite the gigantic problems, the unchecked corporate greed and the ambivalence of some governments, many people are still trying every day with small acts to do the right thing – from eschewing a disposable coffee cup, to taking a shorter shower, to switching off a light. How we travel has a big impact on carbon emissions and going car-free is the most effective way to reduce your carbon footprint. Almost one-fifth of greenhouse gas emissions in Ireland come from transport. Road transport accounts for nearly 95 per cent of transport emissions and passenger cars account for half of all road transport emissions. Buses and trains have lower carbon emissions per passenger kilometre than cars and can carry more people per trip, thereby saving a large amount of CO2. A typical train from Cork to Dublin, for example, replaces 90 cars on Irish roads and saves 1.6 tonnes of CO2 for every journey, according to Department of Transport figures. There were 215,333 passenger journeys across the Irish rail network in a single day in 2024, according to the National Transport Authority (NTA). Indeed, the numbers travelling by rail here are rising fast, with 38.5 million passenger journeys across the network in 2022 rising to 45.5 million in 2023 and about 51 million last year, according to Iarnród Éireann figures. If some of those train journeys are replacing car journeys, that's saving on emissions. [ What are Ireland's Greenest Places in 2025? Share the places you feel are contributing to a better environment Opens in new window ] [ Bruce Springsteen & E Street Band: Land of Hope & Dreams review – A roiling, righteous anti-Trump onslaught Opens in new window ] However, recent NTA fare increases on some routes feel like a regressive step. In April, the cost of a single cash fare from Greystones to Dublin Connolly rose from €3.90 to €5.10, and a return cash fare from €7.20 to €9.20, for example. Passengers need trains to be more reliable too. Relatively frequent weekend closures on some routes are causing frustration. Of course there are costs and delays with car travel too, and more emissions. If you're going somewhere this summer, you could be like Annie Mac and think a little bit more about how you get there. Whether you're dancing with Charli XCX at Malahide Castle, Billie Eilish at the 3Arena, or Oasis at Croke Park, you'll be doing the planet a favour if you travel by train.
Daily Mirror
25-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Daily Mirror
Self Esteem details 'wild' night with Madonna during London gig
Self Esteem has revealed a 'wild' night she had with Madonna after the Queen Of Pop came along to one of her London gigs last month and labelled her 'incredible'. Self Esteem star Rebecca Lucy Taylor has recalled the 'wild' time earlier this year that saw Madonna arrive at her London gig last month. Talking to Mirror during Radio 1's Big Weekend, Rebecca shared how she has some holidays coming up, which she will use as an opportunity to reflect on some career highlights, including the run in with the Queen of Pop. 'Maybe in Portugal I'll be like: 'Oh my god, Madonna came to the gig. Remember that?'' she mused about the icon turning up to one of her shows last month. It was wild. She had to run off, but we've messaged and stuff. it's private between her and I. Me and my mother Madonna," laughed the singer. Madonna turned up at London venue The Duke Of York last month where Rebecca was performing as part of her Complicated Woman Live show. Clearly impressed by the show, Madonna dubbed the artist 'incredible' in an Instagram post after the show. Not only has Rebecca had some A-list audience members over the last few months, but she's also had a string of award wins recently. She kicked off this week bagging herself an Ivor Novello award, then performed with Scissor Sisters in Manchester before taking to the stage in Liverpool for Big Weekend on Sunday evening. All the excitement has taken its toll on her, she tells Mirror, 'I've come all the way to Liverpool with no house keys, so that's good,' she laughed. 'I just need to stop it for a bit. It's been brilliant. Things just aren't setting in because I'm just so busy. It's wonderful and I'm grateful.' She reveals how she's choosing to unwind in an unlikely spot. 'I'm going to LEGOLAND on Tuesday… and then I'm going to Portugal for 10 days.' Still on a high from the Ivors, Rebecca, 38, says bagging the Visionary Award was a special moment. 'I didn't really realise how much I needed it… to be recognised for the craft,' she reflected. 'My mum and dad came, which was really great, because they had to see me lose the Mercury Prize twice.' 'That's me done now,' she laughed. Saturday evening was a treat on the eyes and ears as Self Esteem reeled off hits including I Do This All The Time. And Rebecca explains she put her money where her mouth is to put it on. 'I'm trying to put on a theatre show at festivals,' she tells. 'The surprise is like how much money I'm spending on being here! 'It's hard to scale it up and do a theatrical thing. 'It's worth it though - it's legacy, you know? 'I want it to go down in history, so that's not cheap!'
