I'm writing this with a jittery hand, clatty nails and the cold sweats.

Why? T in the Park 2015. That's why.

My favourite festival of the year has been and gone - what a hoot! I went up and back both Saturday and Sunday. I know my limits and the great outdoors isn't part of them. I'm definitely more of a sleep in a bed and shower the next day kinda guy. I still like to think I soak up the festival atmosphere and got down and dirty in the mud with the best of them.

T in the Park has moved this year from Balado to Strathallan Castle, not an easy feat and, unfortunately, the critics and punters had their claws sharpened from the get go. Some complained that the site was too small, the acts not big enough, the mud too muddy (seriously!). Well haters, I can 100% say that I had a ball. The mud was too muddy!? Hand back your sense of fun and don't let the door hit you on the way out.

To be fair, there were teething problems. It's the first time the site has been tested, you simply cannot account for all eventualities. We live in Scotland. It rains. Quite a lot. Traffic back ups, cars being stuck, etc. I wasn't sitting trying to enter or exit for hours and I'm sorry to hear that folk were, but is it really fair to completely slate the organisers and call the whole thing a disaster? I arrived on site at midday on Saturday and it was buzzing! Everyone was full of the joys and that cocktail bar next to the Radio 1 stage wouldn't look out of place in Ibiza. It was heaving with punters and anyone walking past couldn't resist a wee shimmy, myself included. I was pie eyed by 12:45pm and was itching to check out my new digs for the weekend.

I found the new site a lot more compact, easier to manoeuvre around without having to walk for miles between acts. I won't lie, Saturday was a bit sketchy on the music front - I had a braw group of pals there and I like a blether so the music took a back seat in favour of selfie snapping and cider slugging. I did stumble across Paul Heaton and Jacqui Abbott in the King Tuts Tent during a nasty downpour of rain - amazing! They belted out all of the Beautiful South hits and had us all cutting a rug in the dark. I was very silly and only had a burger all day, so there was a vague recollection of The Script and The Libertines on the main stage before I went home to recharge my batteries.

Sunday had an interesting and early start. I woke up feeling like death, but pushed through the pain barrier. Me, and my friends, Lesley and Jean went back up with Cat Harvey and her pals Dolina and Louise. Now, these are some classy burds. Jean had very kindly arranged the car for us, she was also driving The Libertines, hence the early start. Louise started us off on pink champagne and we even had a buffet. We all had hospitality wristbands, so it was lovely to chill out by lying on the grass enjoying the sunshine and warming up to the day, aka, getting gradually drunk!

By mid afternoon I had opened up a wee messy bun station for the girls. It was called Robbie's Rumps; provide your own bobble and I gave you a messy up doo that reeked of high fashion festival chic.

My music game was more on point on Sunday too with Gerry Cinnamon, Paloma Faith and The Prodigy being absolute highlights! Standing in a field with your wellies on, good pals and amazing music blasting is what it's all about. Yes, it's either pouring or scorching, yes you'll encounter some bams and undoubtedly scrap with a few neds (verbally only of course) but it's all part of the festival experience and that's why I love it each year. Lesley, Jean and I caught Noel Gallagher's Champagne Supernova en route back to the car. We stopped just as the sun was setting, got in a wee huddle and sang our hearts out. Fleeting, memorable and brought us back to being teenagers again. #HelloStrathallan

Continuing with the music theme this week, I'm off to see Colonel Mustard & the Dijon 5 on Saturday night. They're playing as part of King Tuts Summer Nights 2015. I featured in their music video for a song called "Gay Icon" - I wonder why!? They are so unique and fresh and have built up quite a following over the last few years. The colonel is John McAlinden and is a good friend of mine. I guarantee he'll yank me onstage for a sing song at somepoint and you don't want to miss that! Grab a ticket before it sells out.