This year's Glastonbury Festival just started and we're forced to once again wish we were globe-trotting super-spy playboy pop billionaires to be able to join everyone.

The largest music festival in the world, going on for nearly forty years, Glastonbury is both family-run and traditionally non-corporate — charities are the usual sole sponsors — but preposterously eclectic as well, with 200,000 people, dozens of distinct areas, more stages than you can list, and an every-genre line-up as long as the equator. All of it runs 24 hours a day for four days.

This year's bands are more interesting than usual. Romanticizing aside.

Hook our veins up to at least (yes!) Lilly Allen, Skream, Madness, Altern-8, Erol Alkan, The Japanese Popstars, Caspa, MPHO, The Streets, Ray Davies, East 17, Tinchy Stryder, Chase & Status, Josh Wink, Dimbleby & Capper, Ladyhawke, Prodigy, Jarvis Cocker, Roots Manuva, Tindersticks, Timo Maas, Benga, Q-Tip, The Wonder Stuff, Robyn Hitchcock, Jamie T, Stanton Warriors, Wonky Pop, Dizzee Rascal, The Specials, Kasabian, Little Boots, and, of course, Blur.

Look at the many hundreds of names.

Bad news?

Unlike other years, the round-the-clock, commercial-free coverage snubs anyone from outside the U.K. Clever and questionably legal proxies can sort you out. But you'll likely have easier luck listening to the live radio-stream and stirring up the patience to poke around for video clips.

Damn.

We wish were there.

Let's pretend.