For some reason, the Grauniad turned itself into a Glastonbury publicity mag for the Glastonbury Festival weekend. Even now, with Glastonbury over, they continue to publish retrospective material. Everyone on the Grauniad's staff seemed to attend, except Hadley Freeman and Charlie Brooker. Brooker used the time instead to pen the most laugh-out-loud thing I've read on the grauniad.co.uk for a good while, if not ever. Still, the photos of Glastonbury made me want to napalm the place. I of course would require an air force to do that, but you get the idea: these people deserve to die. The Grauniad has, however, partly redeemed itself today by posting, underneath all the retrospective drivel about Lilly Allen's performance, this piece by Tanya Gold, who they forced to go to Glastonbury, and gives the only sober or objective assessment of it by an attendee I think I'm ever likely to see.

'Glasto' is the perfect example of the relative emiseration of the middle class. Middle class people used to live in a measure of comfort. They used to have their own flats in London, drive cars, stay in hotels. Now none of these things are within their grasp. They have iPhones, and foreign holidays, but, behind a greenwash, they can no longer afford to drive, live outside of share housing, or find better accommodations for a weekend break that are, Goretex notwithstanding, basically Neolithic.