The Glasto smug-fest

I realise that in most cases, the following is not something which concerns you terribly. Further, the point I’m making has been made over and over again this last decade or so. But this year it’s a sort of parody of a parody itself.

Consider; top of the bill the witless showbiz caterwauling of Beyonce, and, beyond, a top Tory found dead in the bogs. In the VIP section, no less. That’s how radical and cutting edge Glastonbury is these days. Why is Beyonce there? Why is a top Tory there? Why is there a VIP section? Why don’t the tax protestors and stop the city monkeys construct a gibbet and hang the oh-so politically correct Michael Eavis from it, seeing that he has turned what was once a reasonably interesting left-field gathering into a bland, broad corporate smugfest? Eavis even allowed the Wombles to be booked for this year’s festival, and then said publicly that he regretted the decision. Rude pig. Of course The Wombles are a joke, but they are less repellent than most of the acts he booked.

Anyway, I realise this is not much of a concern to you. I just had to get it off my chest.