Oh, it was grim, that summer. The time I went to Glastonbury Festival after my finals. Just 21 years old and wondering why I wasn’t enjoying the half-cooked hot dogs, tents in puddles and… I want to say ‘toilets’ but they were more of a medieval cesspit affair, really.
Nowadays, I do festivals with far more finesse. Because I am part of the great majority of any audience at an arts or book festival in Britain. I’m a midlife woman and I’m ready to roll – on smart lawns with
