Half Man... well, just Half Man, apparently

Business friend Chris gently chides me - I have referred to Glastonbury in the diminutive.

Chris quotes me Half Man Half Biscuit lyrics:

...you call Glastonbury 'Glasto'
You'd like to go there one day
When they put up the gun towers
To keep the hippies away.
December sees Kitzbuhel
Clad in Lowe Alpine
Your children are painfully soulless...

From CORGI Registered Friends, Achtung Bono, 2005.

Chris: Sorry. It's just I've never met someone who's been the target of HMHB's invective before :-)

I take this completely on the chin - at my age (nearly fifty), it has enough padding to take it. Not because I go skiing in the winter, but because I go to Glastonbury towing a modestly luxurious caravan. A few creature comforts are imperative, especially with the mud of the last few years. Nothing like a cup of tea and a bit of a lie down in the afternoons between sorties. Once, I went to Reading Festival, and stayed in a hotel...

Funnily enough, in the middle of many of the large "Glasto" camping fields, there are large towers with lights which are permanently manned - presumably for security rather than voyeurism.

Must look into Half Man Half Biscuit.