When all of the twattish, bullshit-talking, flip-flop-in-the-city-wearing media-numpties that you normally spend your life avoiding, schlep down to the muddy fields of Glastonbury, to ruin what without them might have been a perfectly nice festival, in an attempt to ease some of their self-loathing and try to convince themselves that they're still cool.
Leaving the rest of us to have a grand old, numpty-free weekend.
Enjoy.
If only they'd drink the cool-aid while they're there...
There's probably more self-loathing in your post than in any of the festival attendees you despise. That's what comes from working in Shoreditch Victor Meldrew.
ReplyDeleteha ha, it does read like that a bit, but what you can't see is my gleeful smile.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy Glastonbury, anonymous commenter.
The reason it rains every year is because the rest of the country is praying for it.
ReplyDeleteSo true. Plus the guardian is Glastonbury-tastic this morning - that proves the point. It's so nice in London today.
ReplyDeleteOh God, it must have been simply awful to see the Guardian like that when you popped out to get your organic legumes and pumpkin bread.
ReplyDeleteWhat about that glasto lineup though? Just embarrassing...
ReplyDeleteOne of our "from" London account guys is wearing flips flops with jeans today.
ReplyDeleteWe are in Scotland , its rainy. Fail.