Each year I celebrate Glasto, as I understand it is known as, by not spending several hours on line to hand over my credit card details so I can stand in a field droning on about how special and magical it is.It's repulsive. All these smug middle class fucks in a tent patting each other on the back about how radical they are at a £280 a ticket festival. It's about as subversive as a corporate speed networking event.
Billie Elish', Paul McCartney. Really bleeping rad.
Am tempted by Bloodstock though.