Imagine your perfect festival. Sunshine. Great music. Party atmosphere. Relaxation even...
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Are we capturing the moment to look back only to realise that we viewed that moment through a screen even though we were sat in the middle. Are we missing those moments because we're in a bid to show the world what we're doing, to share, to connect... Is that a bad thing?
It's the pinnacle of the musical calendar and the unofficial stomping ground for the devastatingly cool and famous. Thanks to the other 200,000 mortal attendees, it's also one of the most overtly stereotyped and satirised events of the year where you're only ever one floral headband away from a cliché. Follow these rules to ensure you don't make a tit out of yourself.
We must teach both our girls and our boys that each of us is responsible for our own actions. No matter our gender. And whether it is at school, or work, or in taxis, we must therefore seek to tackle behaviour that is unacceptable, not marginalize those who suffer it.
Glastonbury has been reducing the number of Portaloos in favour of the greener 'Long Drop". Although the portable loo was no delight, it did have a seat and a lock and a roof. Whereas the Long drop though worthy, lacks the privacy of a sealed cubicle. It also has the long drop, striking fear into the toilet phobic.
It is only by recognising the anachronistic nature of the EU that we can truly recognise how important this referendum is. Yes, I registered to vote because I'm young and therefore will be directly affected by its result. But fundamentally, I registered to vote because I recognise that breaking away from the EU is the necessary course for any nation that enshrines the value of democracy.
However, this year seems to be slightly different, with the entire line up feeling the wrath of music lovers via social media, whether they have tickets or not. Disappointing and underwhelming seem to be the biggest takeaway from all the tweets and posts.
I had the Glastonbury experience a few weeks ago for the first time. I can check that one off my bucket list. No one told me to bring wellies; I thought - it's summer, why would it rain? I ended up impacted in mud having to beg passers-by to help me lift my feet.
Kanye is not a rock musician, I'm pretty sure he's as aware of that as you and I are. But I'm also pretty sure that's not what he means when he describes himself as a rock star. He means he's an important entertainer and pop culture figure. And the fact he said one simple sentence and we're all still weighing up whether he's right or not two weeks later would certainly suggest that's the case.
I journeyed to Glastonbury 2015 with these unconvincing stats (and a hefty rucksack) on my back. A weary feminist in every sense, I didn't expect any mind-blowing gender debate from Worthy Farm...
If anything festivals are starting to lead the way in demonstrating how deaf and disabled people can fully enjoy the whole experience alongside their family and friends. In my own experience many of the big festivals are going beyond the simple legal access requirements and doing more than paying lip service to accessibility.
Mod was very often routed in class. Working class young men who wanted to look super smart when they went out at the weekend and would save for months to buy the right clothes. Add into the mix a carefully selected mix of music, a penchant for drugs to keep them dancing all night and the desire to prove they were not defined by a dreary office job - and you have a template that can be repeated whatever the year.
Whenever I see an old documentary about the 70s (or the 90s more recently) there always seems to be some old boy, talking-head saying "Well, everything had gotten so stale, people were bored of the same faces and same shit coming out. It was ripe for a shake-up". I feel like that about now.
The banging beats of Leftfield's epic Sonic Stage headline set shall live forever in my heart (sorry Kanye), and I know if we apply the same dedication to recovery as we did to partying last week we'll be back to normal in no time.
Up all night, covered in filth, ears constantly ringing... When you think about it, a weekend at Glastonbury is pretty damn close to life at home with toddlers.