Corbynism is bigger than Glastonbury and avocado toast

Glastonbury is notorious for being one of the most irritating spectacles in the British calendar, so it is hardly surprising that, when combined with a smattering of Jeremy Corbyn fanaticism, it has gone down badly. There is obviously something repellent about watching 100,000 yuppies – who had paid £238 for the privilege of standing in a field, listening to Ed Sheeran – chanting Corbyn’s name and extolling the virtues of a socialist utopia. But, beyond this, there is something more telling to the newspaper headlines and editorials: the right simply doesn’t have a clue what’s going on with the left.

Take, for example, the so-called ‘Day of Rage’ last week (where angry youths were expected to mob Parliament, but, instead, just basked peaceably in the sunshine). In anticipation, the Sun published a leader depicting pro-Corbyn activists as descending upon London ‘an iPhone in one hand, a £3 coffee in the other’. This, apparently, has become the favoured trick of the right: to dismiss Labour’s success as a middle-class phenomenon, which holds the working classes in dispossessed contempt.