Or perhaps there are just too many pairs of hips
in the world holding up the torsos of the members of a 1960's youth
movement, decorated with flowers and swaying to the psychedelic
music?
Maybe at one time there was, but now we are
reduced to small pockets of slightly disorientated folk that look as
though they live at music festivals, maybe they do? They're there the
whole time when I'm there, who am I to suggest they go home to real
houses like the rest of us afterwards? There is no proof that
Glastonbury becomes a proper dairy farm the rest of the time and
anyone who suggests there is is lying.
I have been called a hippy before too, I suppose I
have the long hair and I do wish I owned a camper van (also I tend to
separate my time fairly evenly between here and my holiday home in
the 1960's). If we are talking about me, then yes, it's probably fair
to say that 1 of me is about 1 too many.
