The Grauniad, when asking why the spirit of Glastonbury is fizzling out (too commercial! Too middle class!) should look a little closer to home. Since sponsoring the festival for the past couple of years and hyping it to the heavens even on its obiturary pages (okay maybe not), the paper is inadvertedly promoting a death knell of sorts (most certainly). We read of smug hacks packing their floral wellies and skipping off on their self-ingratiating Pilton jolly at the same time that the festival has seen its demographic creep closer and closer to 30-plus. A connection here surely?
Unsurprisingly, in asking whether Glastonbury mania is over in today’s paper, the sponsors naturally do their best to assure us it’s not, and even go as far to suggest that the abominable decision to have a rapper headline is not the reason for sluggish ticket sales. And in a whine/excuse as inane as the rail network’s ”leaves on the line”, the April snow flurries get a mention apropos of the unpredictability of the British climate. Pah, we live here and don’t need to be told that! Come June, the festival will be buzzing, we’re told. But even more reliable come the summer solstice is the self-aggrandisement of their writers and decisions made in townhouses that “ooh next year we’ll go along.” Yah-boo to you too.
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