If you love music, I don’t really think Glastonbury is for you. At least, I now know it isn’t for me. It reminds me, in a way, of a decent pub, cosy and convenient, with a good choice of attractive features. BUT on New Years Eve. So rammed with incomers/amateurs, intent on doing the pub experience as “large” (sic) as they can, making sure also everyone knows it. Thousands of the fuckers. Disclaimer, this wasn’t my first time, if certainly my last. I went a couple of times in the early 90’s, when it was a much smaller event, altogether more contained and less corporate. Feral and edgy even, with peace and love mixing freely with drugs and threat. Loved it, I think, but the change between 93 and 94 was already apparent, the size seeming to double overyear (and that wasn’t the fence jumpers!) This time I had blagged a press pass, saving me a wedge I am glad to have saved, along with certain “advantages” in the camping and, um, facilities, for which, at 66, I am grateful. “Don’t like music?” But there is so much on offer. For sure, and that is the rub, with a 100 … Continue reading Glastonbury: time for a (Shepton) mallet?