I’m afraid that when I read that the posh glamping provider for wealthy Glastonbury fans was going into liquidation, I smirked. The company offered yurts that only look luxurious if you compare them with tents – with a beds, a sofa, a loo and a shower, as well as meals. Pretty basic, biatch. The only exclusive thing about it is that guests can access the hospitality area behind the Pyramid tent, like ageing groupies.
The company organising the liquidation sent emails to clients who had already paid for this year’s Glastonbury to say that no tickets had been bought so, oops, sorry. Wealthy customers complained vociferously to the media. One woman said that her father had paid £40,000 this year for three yurts and six hospitality tickets. I looked at properties in Pilton, the village near Shepton Mallet where the festival is held, and that’s about half the cost of a flat.
I find the idea of rich people slumming it down for a weekend amusing (‘darling, they don’t have halloumi and quinoa – only burgers’), but the thought of these people pretending to be festival-goers while actually living in what looks like a hotel room is rather nauseating.
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