Meh!, It's alright I suppose.

For those of you dull enough to read my randomized noodling on here, you might have seen a rather cutting critique of the Guardian's Saturday listings magazine "The Guide" and in particular their scribbler one Pete Cashmore. Those even more lacking in worthwhile work time distractions such as Porn, Youtube videos of people being hurt or even a copy of Microsoft Solitaire might even have read the exchange between myself and Mr Cashmore or an even sadder individual pretending to be the same. It's covered such magnificent topics as terms of abuse and their correct application, male pattern baldness and vanity googling, i promise you, it really is dull as fuck. 

But i digress, on the weekend there was included in 'The Guide' a lazy flowchart thrown together with clearly less than a full half hour's hard work, that purported to be an easy way to distinguish which Summer event of the weekend you where at. I have to applaud the boy Cashmore on one particular line in what was essentially a bit of filler, that did make me giggle.

"are you standing in actual sewage? Congratulations, you are at Glastonbury".

Nicely done.  A witty confluence of all my own favorite prejudices against festivals in general, Glastonbury in particular, and especially the sort of wellyboots and shorts wearing, personal hygiene ignoring, Strongbow chugging inadequates who attend.