GLASTO’S JUST A FESTIVAL OF LITTER LOUTS

‘CORBYN bares his soul at Glastonbury and speaks directly to the dispossessed.’ That was the headline on a eulogistic article about the Labour leader’s address to the pop festival, which so captivated one of the countless BBC staff attending that he tweeted a photo of Corbyn taking the crowd’s applause with the caption ‘When you ace the chorus line.’ In real- ity, Glastonbury is about the least appropriate place in Britain to ‘speak directly to the dispossessed’. Tickets to enter are £238. And while comrade Jeremy spoke to them of ‘building bridges, not walls’, there are barriers all around the festival site to keep out the riff-raff.

The dispossessed of the world would be scandalised by the waste of the types (whether Corbyn fans or not) attending this self-indulgent shindig. After last year’s festival, it took 500 workers three weeks to clean up the mess, at a cost of almost £800,000.

One of those involved in this unpleasant job put out a film on YouTube, and described the scenes of casual devastation: ‘Alcohol, gas bottles, tents, camping chairs, trolleys, airbeds . . .these are horrible people, using other people’s energy to clear up after themselves.’

According to the Glastonbury Free Press, last year 57 tonnes of re-usable items were left behind. They may be termed ‘the dispossessed’ — but only of what they’d thoughtlessly discarded.

You’re welcome to ‘Glasto’, Jeremy: I’d rather spend a weekend anywhere else.