Escaping Glastonbury
Ah, it’s that time of year again – the smug/rain/commerco-fest that is the Glastonbury festival. 
Celebrated by the inspid chunterings of jobsworth journos validating their freebies whilst jobbing bands phone in, on the whole, sub standard performances to whacked out goons in jester hats.
It seems that every cretin who can string a sentence together, and some who clearly can’t are now on the Glasto freebie bandwagon. Including what seems like the whole of the BBC. Surely a better use of our licence fee would be to take all the tickets wasted on the staff ‘working’ there and give them to the poor sods sat at home unable to afford a ticket, or locked out due to over distribution of said free tickets to all the journalists ‘working’ there clogging up the site to capacity. 
