OSX crash hits Glastonbury

LATTER-DAY, WANNABE HIPPIES at Glastonbury don't know they're born.

Why, back in the 80s you had queue up to slide naked down a rope over a big pit and make sure you defecated before you reached the bottom.

Then you were handed a bit of tree bark to wipe your Aris with.

Hedgehog pie was about the only food on offer and that had to be bartered for in the travellers' field, which was populated with all manner of cross-breeds not seen around the Shires since the fall of Mordor.

And then we had to sit through hours of John Martyn making noises with his home-made guitar.

Today, things are different. It's all hi-tech and on the telly. And the mud is just for show.

Some bits are still old and quaint though. Like the text and picture messaging service running on some of the festival screens.

That was powered by OSX as hippies reverted to type and put faith before experience. µ