Now Glastonbury is an extension of Wimbledon or the Chelsea Flower Show, without quite the same sense of danger. When that daddy-dancer, the Labour MP Tom Watson, clinks glasses in yurts with septuagenarian presenters of the Today programme, we can safely say the event has ceased to be counter-cultural.
This by David Aaronovitch is behind the paywall but rather sums up how I feel. I don’t mind the Stones and the Mumfords headlining – Glastonbury headliners are always pretty dull and the best music is elsewhere – but all the stuff I used to find edgy is now part of the mainstream. The counter culture is not what it was. Or maybe I’m just getting old.