To your left, a man is holding a giant stick of San Miguel cans. To your right, people are doing drugs off the keys to their Vauxhall Astra. In front of you, a sea of pink cowboy hats bobbing along to the music. When people-watching at a British festival, very little has the capacity to shock you: all of this is uniform.
What you don’t expect to see as you turn to exit the crowd, in search of greener pastures? Someone standing there, music blaring, crowd jostling, completely immersed in a game of snake on their Nokia 2660 flip phone. More specifically, that’s what you would have seen if you’d have been in Maceo’s bar at 3am on day three of Glastonbury this year.
