You just have to accept it as one of the things in life you will never understand.
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As a veteran of the festival from “back in the day” (natch) I tuned in with a small amount of excited anticipation.
Bar the headliners I must say that a lot of the acts I saw appeared like people who had won a competition to sing on the stage at Glastonbury, they were ****ing dire. Radiohead I turned over to Dizzy Rascal who I then turned off and retired for the evening. The Foo Fighters I have to admit I did not make it past the opening song and I steadfastly refuse to watch Ed Sheeran, god knows I hear him often enough on the radio without having to actually see him.
I saw that they rolled out The Killers yesterday as a surprise unannounced act. The Killers. The Fúcking Killers. Jesus Christ of almighty, the Killers.
Then of course there is the presenters who appear to range from smug to very smug.
Of course people will (correctly) point out that there is so much more to the festival than the Pyramid Stage and the headline acts.
I had flirted with the concept of attending this year as a birthday treat to myself. I am so glad I chose not to despite there being a handful of acts I would gladly have stood and watched.
My niece on v's side took a year after school before going to university for, I dunno, ****s and giggles. When v suggested to her that she would have to find a job for the year the whole family coughed and looked away awkwardly, like someone had farted. She is happily in receipt of tax-payers' money without any obligation, it seems, to even pretend to be interested in work.
It's fúcking disgraceful.