AND FINALLY

Hands up - we don’t go to Glasto anymore ‘cos we thought it had lost its edge, Beyonce and supervised pedestrian traffic just ain’t for us - but throughout the nineties we never found anything in the bogs quite as weird as a dead Tory. Was it the full suspenders, gas mask and amyl nitrate job we wondered as we chortled. No doubt they’ll have to gloss over the ‘bizarre and untimely’ circumstances at the funeral.

Here at SchNEWS we welcome the return of the bizarre, the macabre and the downright odd to what used to be three days of lawless dreamlike madness with some bands thrown in. Maybe next year the fence’ll come down!