However others are struggling to maintain their enthusiasm for seeing Dolly Parton in an ironic way while simultaneously faced with chemical toilets full of hundreds of clearly visible turds.
And so if you were still around at the moment, would you play Glastonbury?
PS: No, I’d refuse, it’s a bloody hippy business.
I know it’s a nice family day out, but fuck that, I want nothing to do with family days out with rock stars. Joe used to go, but Joe was a bit of a hippy anyway. But that’s fine. Live and let live. It doesn’t mean I have to go there. But you know, I’d go to Notting Hill carnival, that’s more my speed to be honest, culturally, musically, fashion-styly. I know it’s ridiculous to have these thoughts, but I can’t help it. I grew up in a whole different generation, as you say, a quarter of a century ago, so you can’t blame me.
But you still hate hippies 25 years later?
PS: Well I don’t hate them, but I would rather not socialise with them.
