There was recently a mass public party at which all sorts of offences were committed. As innocent attendees cut loose and jived, shadier actors took advantage. There was a burglary, a robbery, 19 drug offences, 26 acts of theft and no fewer than 30 acts of violence against individuals. There were also two sexual offences – shameful. What hell was this? Where did all this moral abasement occur? Must have been at the Notting Hill Carnival, right? Actually, no – it was at Glastonbury.
Yes, at this year’s Glasto, famously the hangout of middle-class white folk who like rock, crimes were committed. In those tent cities, amid the thick haze of Mary Jane, things got stolen, people were punched, women were abused. So should we shut it down? Should we put the kibosh on this annual gathering of ageing indie kids? Of course not. The small number of offences – 121 in total – should not detract from the rush of joy felt by the 200,000 souls who swarmed Worthy Farm.
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