Entertainment behind the scenes
Too old for Glastonbury?
Glastonbury, at 42.
While I worry about whether I have packed my ear plugs, the conversations of music fans around me on the train to Glastonbury this morning make me feel very old indeed. What does not help is that everyone in my crowded carriage from London’s Paddington station looks less than half my age. One girl in a high-spirited group reads a text from a friend describing what she was up to in a college library late the night before (hint: it was neither reading nor sleeping). A boy discusses what drugs he is hoping to score at the festival. Alcohol is a popular topic, overall, as is first-year university exam results.
That can be quite an intimidating range of topics for a man of middle age. Add to that the mind-blowingly bewildering geography of the sprawling site when you get here and I begin to wonder whether I am too old for this gig. A Glastonbury “virgin” too. Really, the shame.
Still, now I have pitched my tent (see a couple of campers above), located the media centre and begun to find my way around, I’m feeling a little happier about life. The music kicks off this evening, leading up to the first big night on the main Pyramid Stage tomorrow. The weather is balmy, and it’s all shades, short shorts, bikini tops and panama hats. Next worry? Finding my tent again amid a sea of colourful canvas. And after that? Will the neighbours be noisy.