‘Ooohhh Jer-emy Cor-byn!” The chant rang out across the huge crowd, tens of thousands of people in the shadow of Glastonbury’s Pyramid stage. Pacing slightly, dressed in a blue linen shirt and loose beige trousers, Jeremy Corbyn hollered into the microphone. “The commentariat got it wrong!” he declared, to a deafening rolling cheer. “The elites got it wrooong!”
A camera swung across the crowd and the image of a child sitting on his father’s shoulders, clapping his hands above his head, flashed up on the screens flanking the stage. Corbyn finished by quoting Shelley’s The Masque of Anarchy:
