Glastonburied

I think my idea of hell would be to go to a music festival. Everything I have seen, read or heard about them makes me thank the Lord God above each night that I am not settling down to sleep in a tent surrounded by fucking awful people listening to fucking awful music.
Last year it was such a happy coincidence that my holiday coincided with Glastonbury so I didn’t have to suffer hours of coverage of people you would cross the road to avoid performing their music to tens of thousands of others.
And Jo Wiley.
This year the world cup and Wimbledon will hopefully keep me from seeing too much television overage of people I don’t like talking about bands I don’t know.

I think my aversion to festivals is based on the same prejudices as my hatred of people who travel. Because, in my mind at least, they are pretty much the same people.



These are my own personal views and not those of the BBC.If any offence is taken to the above I assure you that the offending comments are ironic.