I went to festivals when I was younger, bare faced, muddy and skint in charity shop velvet and cords. No subtlety in our taste for pretty boys and girls with loud guitars. We drank cider, snogged strangers, threw up. We bathed in sweat and lager in the mosh pit.
We would not have taken a good selfie. We did not have sequins around our eyes.
It’s age, I’m sure, but they don’t look like they’re having much fun. From her boyfriend’s shoulders, two rows from the front, she’s updating her status on her smartphone.
They ‘ve been sold so many things, and this is just one more must-have.
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