On Wednesday, I was schlepping around the M60 to the paradise that is the Manchester Evening News’ office.
On the way, my ears were full of Glastonbury excitement. Presenters were interviewing next-big-things, festival goers were still adamant that leaving at 1.30am to get in the queue was a wise use of their time, and the sounds of Worthy Farm’s transformation into a cultural Mecca filled my car.
In truth, I was jealous of the soon-to-be-caked-in-mud. But my jealousy levels only rose when, as I entered the office and saw a TV news feed showing celebrations for the summer solstice at Stonehenge.
