As long as the weather holds out Glastonbury could well be just what it promises to be - all things bright and beautiful - to both the wicker basket picnic brigade, true music lovers, and people who invent colours of their own from taking all kinds of different substances. Manservant is reminded that he too was once a free and expression fueled being and whilst listening to the drone and soundbites of business culture, he may find himself drifting off and landing somewhere near the pyramid stage.
He will look for pictures, stories and reviews inside free papers, tune into the radio if he can he will be sure to catch the highlights on TV later. Where he is right now the delights of an alternative culture absent of plan, power dressing and PowerPoint, can only begin much later on today when the favourite bands appear on the flat screen at home and he relaxes with a long cool amber mead.
Glastonbury calls to him in a way that the corporate doo at Queens Club, Lords or even the fast and furious flight to Austria vs some other team doesn't. All this is true of course unless he is just a knob who still thinks Dire Straits are the bees knees. You can spot the knobs who do indeed love PowerPoint more than life itself. They may have itunes on their laptop but besides downloading 'money for nothing' or an 80's remix collection they have still yet to recognise Coldplay's 'Yellow' when they hear it..... I hope everyone at Glasto has a great time and that the knobs don't spoil it for you.
I will be watching you on the telly later with my cold one and my 12 year old daughter who will be able to tell me who is on where...
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