Could do with that fence in Kent. C.A.

As Glastonbury opens with a bang ( told you that minx in the tent next door was a goer), the BBC are providing us with minute by minute coverage, we’ll it seems like it.

Well, I’m breathless with anticipation!

Will Holly Chipmunk Cheeks and her pal Carol Voldemort make an appearance, selflessly arriving in a helicopter so as to avoid adding to the road chaos?

Will the final headline act be someone we’ve never fucking heard of?

But, most importantly, will the poor folk who got ripped off by Yurtel have managed to get tickets and luxury yurts, or will they have to slum it in St. Lucia as a consolation prize?

Enquiring minds want to know…. if hibernating under the duvet is an acceptable alternative to reading about this yawn fest!

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Nominated by Jeezum Priest.

Another helping of this cultural fest for the middle classes by Lone cunter below.

My nomination:

BBC coverage of Glasto.

Jeezus. What a shitshow.

Look it up on iPlayShite.

Opener: some wierd fat tranny in a blue loetard that summed up the phrase Spandex Enormity (full credits to Saint Billy Milano)

Then Alanis bastard bastard bastard bastard “sing along, menopausal heifers, all men are bastards” Morisette. Not a dry Tena Lady in the house.

I’m out. I remember Steve Hillage playing a blinder in 1973. Hawkwind playing on into the night.

This is f&cking pathetic.