Miquita Oliver and Lily Allen recently described Coldplay headlining Glastonbury for the fifth time (among many other appearances) as 'such a snoreville' on their podcast.

However, here we are with Chris Martin and company.

While they are the main attraction for many, plenty of other artists will be performing throughout the night on other BBC channels and iPlayer.

That is, of course, if you can handle the fear of missing out that it evokes for those without a ticket yet again.

This cheerful, rustic celebration of simple, effective cookery with seasonal ingredients reaches Tyntesfield in Somerset, where Ainsley Harriott is joined by Yvonne Cobb and Rupy Aujla.

He makes brioche French toast using local plums, while Rupy grills mackerel with roasted apple, radish, chili, and pea pesto.

In case you haven't already guessed, this week's TV is going to be dominated by Glastonbury, the Euros, and Wimbledon.

However, take a quiet moment to catch up with the start of this year's Tour de France too.

Gary Imlach presents all the action from stage one, with a hilly route from Florence to Rimini in Italy.

Commentary comes from Ned Boulting and David Millar.

BBC Four's festival offerings from Saturday's lineup include Keane, Nitin Sawhney, Orbital, Jessie Ware, and Disclosure.

First, though, Leeds singer Corinne Bailey Rae is on the West Holts stage, and emerging indie rockers The Last Dinner Party are on the Other stage.

From Prince Philip's bespoke Land Rover hearse to the queue to see Queen Elizabeth's coffin, the royal funeral (which they plan themselves) is quite something.

This show explains traditions and potential future changes.

If your craving for the casa knows no bounds, it's time to take in the most TikTok-friendly and meme-worthy moments with a generous helping of extra bits.

There might be weird toes, there could well be a game of truth or dare, and there's a high possibility of something spicy for your Saturday fix from the villa.

The film that launched a thousand student posters, Martin Scorsese's 1976 neo-noir portrait of a fallen New York remains horribly relevant.

Travis Bickle's alienated self-pity might stem from the Vietnam era, but it's also reminiscent of modern 'incels,' as well as the culture of nation-purifying extremism rife in the US now.

Shot with urban-fox impressionism and, of course, led by Robert De Niro's shocking implosion of a performance, everyone brought their A-game here.

An endlessly rewarding dissection of the American soul.