Glastonbury or Goodwood this weekend? There's no question in my book (besides, I know rock-all about modern music) so the Festival of Speed wins. It's almost 22 years since the first one brought new colours - and 25,000 people - to Goodwood House's garden amid a motor racing world shellshocked by the sudden death of James Hunt, four days earlier.
Effortlessly flamboyant, James would have adored Lord March's sporting showpiece. Cars and jolly good parties were him, if not the formal dress code for Saturday night's ball. Doubtless he would have returned often, sharing the adulation accorded to heroes over the years, to drive shrieking Formula 1 Heskeths and McLarens up the hillclimb course with gusto.
While Hunt's famous grin never lit up the Festival of Speed, very few great drivers have resisted the monogrammed invitation to play on the magnificent West Sussex estate. The event's roster of alumni reads like a Who's Who? of racing, rallying and motorcycle competition. This year's 23rd edition - enticingly themed 'Flat-Out and Fearless: Racing on the Edge' - will only add to its reputation as the garden party of the gods.