Festival of Mud, Mud and Mud

 Hippies, crusties, middle-class new agers and old gits came together again last week. The Glastonbury freak show has long devoted their attention to the Greenpeace, Amnesty and left wing ideals instead of providing the music adoring visitor with high quality performances. But who cares if there are idiots paying almost $390 NZD for a ticket, $10 NZD for a soft and soggy burger and basically the same price for a pint of weak, gross and badly tapped festivalbeer. Luckily this year they managed to convince Beyonce and Coldplay to perform and sort of safe face. Add the shit weather and you have all the ingredients for a great festival. Don’t forget the official toilet was still the mud soaked fields and law and order was enforced by the campingpolice. Glastonbury still think they are the best festival in the world, but like The Telegraph puts it ‘it requires a certain masochistic stoicism to really appreciate it’. Too much happening, too many people and too much mud. Bigger is not always better. Just stick to The Big Day Out, which is crap enough. Did we mention the mud?