Is anyone else feeling a little “end of days” right now? London’s Tube stations are in meltdown — Mad Max: Caledonian Road — while drivers are remortgaging their homes in order to finance the trip to the big supermarket on Sunday; there, there is looting in the frozen aisle. People are rightly miserable. Generally, the vibes feel pretty “off”.
But for 200,000 or so of us there is (temporary) salvation on the horizon. This is not my bid to recruit you to my elite Satanic death cult — although I have drunk the Kool Aid. For it is T-24 hours until Glastonbury — nirvana! —and I can talk of literally nothing else. The fact that reality is currently such a colossal letdown only makes the idea of going feral in a field sound even more appealing.
