For once I am grateful for Glastonbury. For on this gloriously sunny weekend they’ve done us normal Brits a solid by huddling together on Worthy Farm every pompous tit in the land. Gary Stevenson’s there, with his mockney bollocks about capitalism. And lunatic boob-expander Zack Polanski. The cunning stunts of Led by Donkeys too, natch – those Brewdog ballbags have not once spied a gathering of moneyed white people that they haven’t wanted to titillate with such daring fare as ‘Tories are bad’.
I don’t know who this is…
