While most of you that are further down the food chain have been getting horny over a bunch of over-paid morons kicking around a windbag I’ve been looking forward to this weekend. The arts are the thinking person’s sport and ‘the arts’ are in full swing this weekend in the shape of the Glastonbury Festival. Listening to rock-a-boogie music is the most fun you can have with your clothes on. Fact! As pubs are not enlightened enough yet to show good stuff like Glastonbury on their ubiquitous telescreens I decided that the only thing for tonight was to slip up the pub and get my four-pint jug filled with some tasty delight and settle down for a wonderful nights viewing. And, here I am. Bateman’s Summer Swallow for company and watching Glastonbury on BBC3. Delicious!
You Neanderthals don’t know what you are missing, even if it is Florence and the Machine. Am I the only one who thinks that Florence is a very poor imitation of Siouxsie Sioux?