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Glastonbury 2015 – My verdict

The days immediately following a festival are supposed to be when you pay the price. Your legs ache. Your sunburn stings. Your mystery rash (contracted either from hugging a raver, or urinating in a bush) deepens to a curious shade of fuchsia. Your internal organs burst into tears, and your […]

When music is a taboo question

When you’re first getting to know someone, there are certain questions you really don’t want to hear asked. “Why aren’t you married yet?” “Do you actually, um, enjoy being an accountant?” “Don’t you reckon Nick Griffin is right about some things?” “If you don’t mind me asking, what exactly is wrong with […]