(1) because there’s another Glasto-based post coming tomorrow…
I’ve already mentioned that it would have been Glastonbury Festival weekend in the UK, were the Glastonbury Festival going ahead this year.
The Glastonbury Festival is not going ahead this year. However, the BBC are doing their best to make it happen – virtually – and I have heard of many people using that coverage and living the dream by camping out in their gardens doing “Glast-home-bury” (but with the luxuries of a shower and a flushing toilet available just through the back door).
If I’d tried to do that today, I’d not be in Kansas anymore. It’s rather breezy here today. Like gusting to 100kph breezy. I might still try and find some waves to ‘tog later if the rain eases off though.
I digress. Often.
Back to the thing about Glastonbury. Mark Radcliffe and Jo Whiley are living the festival dream and camping out at Worthy Farm anyway – from where they are presenting some of the BBC coverage. Mark shared some images of their spot and the Pyramid Stage and they’re properly surreal.
If you’ve ever been to Glastonbury, you’ll know just how early those cows will have to have got up in order to get a place that close to the stage. Although, I’d have thought that they’d all congregate at… The Udder Stage.
Thank you very much. I’m here all week. Try the veal.
I’m going to consider wrapping up warmly and consider venturing out into the rain and the wind with the flappy-eared beagle. I have to admit that I’m not hugely keen on the idea though, and I’ll definitely be the more enthusiastic of the two of us.
It was while I was cooking these great big burgers on the braai, Britney Spears blaring away in the foreground, that I glanced down at Twitbook or some such on my phone and noted that there was a vegetarian whining about stuff and telling me, and everyone else, that it took a million gallons of water to produce a kilo of beef and that each cow farted enough greenhouse gas to break a planet or something.
I looked over at the braai grid. These burgers were great big burgers and I was suddenly hugely concerned about the impact I was having on the environment having made them.
But then I tried a bit of one of the great big burgers and it was so nice that I instantly forgave myself.
It was only when we were sitting at the dinner table later that I suddenly thought of my kids. Because, this isn’t about me and my generation. This is about what sort of world we are passing on to them.
But I checked, and fortunately, they also thought the burgers were delicious, so it was all ok.
Important postscript: I did recycle a bottle yesterday, so I am doing my bit. Don’t @ me.