Good band mush, you knocking them is one thing, but trying to make a point of it means you’re lacking in knowing how good they are at what they do and how liked they are also.
I’m all for that, but many of the acts were singing and dancing, what about simply playing? Ala the Cure? Its style over substance.
What a load of shite.
Um…
We were singing & dancing.
Surrounded by…
Kids
Who left the campsites spotless this year.
Didn’t realise back in 2000 & whenever how truly massive JayZ’s set was.
It sent Glasto full edgy
They’re bop rock, they don’t take themselves or did seriously (isn’t that what most forms are about?), and they also broken so many records for their popularity they must have done something right.
If everyone is still going how is the age getting younger?
I shan’t- maybe watch a little on the tv but tbh if the media (esp BBC) is going to go “Full Stormzy” again, it’s gonna be Meh from Chez CS.
We’ve been before and really enjoyed the experience so not just being an armchair critic.
Maybe me and Mrs CS like our comforts but Young Adults #1 & #2 can’t be arsed either- says Young Adult #2 who is off to Reading shortly… 
When the missus and I had our first kid, we realised that there were certain things we weren’t going to be able to do for a bit anymore without a babysitter or a solid support network of alternative careminders in the family. We could not put a moustache on Charlotte and take her out clubbing, for example.
As you say, kids that age don’t remember, so it is clearly not for the benefit of the kids. A three year old will actually have fun at Glastonbury. It is great for kids, and long may that continue.
The absolute best defence you could give is that the parents thought that their offspring might be imparted with some of the positive vibes about the place.
But mostly, it’s because they can’t get babysitters for a week, and shouldn’t even be considering it anyway.
And shame? I don’t think that’s too strong for most of them. Those same people will spend hours sterilising bottles at home because they’re told how important clean shit is for their new child.
They know they’re dragging their kids to an unclean environment.
They know that whatever the weather, any exposure to the air means exposure to the invisible but pungent long drop mist. Literally the combined bodily human fluids wafting out of the bogs and into your nose and mouth.
They know that on day one, there will be people in their sixties that have decided to stay in general camping yet also want to bring half their house, cling-film wrapped and positioned on a cart they have absolutely no physical strength trying and failing to push these fuckers up steep stony paths. I saw three of them tip sideways day one.
Shame is not too strong a word, but I think this could just as easily be covered by complete ignorance and/or indifference of the people involved.
I grew up on archaeological digs, playing in dirt, drinking from dubiously clean mugs, living in caravans, dodgy flats and even a squat. Never did me any harm. 
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That’s debatable. You’re alright now, but resorted to physical responses to situations in earlier life.
I distinctly remember you deliberately pouring sparkled wine around my special area after I gatecrashed your party two nights on the run.
I am also eternally grateful that pinching was your only martial art, although in later life I have come to suspect that you deliberately chose it because it left no prosecutable scars 
I suppose I’d better do some band reviews.
Friday, I “saw” IDLES in the Park. I didn’t actually see them. The stage was packed, I was near the back and am a short-arse and there are no big screens in the Park. Even so, a fucking amazing gig.
I met some Bristolians, one of whom claimed to have been at school with the lead guitarist. Turned out that I knew some of the material a lot better than some of them during the songs. None of us saw a thing except each other going apeshit over the IDLES.
I knew some lyrics most didn’t, the rest knew the shit that I didn’t. We got through it all, mostly screaming our lungs out mostly coherently.
Thinking back on it, it was a fairly profound experience given my recent probs. I really can’t see shit clearly from a distance. It didn’t matter. No-one else could, and we all went mental anyway.
I’ve just watched a teeny bit of the BBC coverage. Fucking hell. They’re going to need a bigger stage, and I can see large screens quite easily
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See all your mates are round.
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It was jam packed!
You burnt them all?
Err no, it was rather late and the smell would be abhorrent…
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