Hugging has been used for millennia across the world as a greeting, a farewell or affirmation between loved ones as well as providing comfort and being a social easing tool. Whether it’s a three second café cheek to cheek, a mutual shoulder grasp, an art gallery air hug or an uncomfortable back slap, hugging can be redesigned at will to fit any situation. Continue reading “The Glastonbury Hug”
Welcome to the Isle of Avalon.
In June, after every, nearly yearly Glastonbury festival, hundreds of tired, muddied and substance-modified teenagers appear on the benches of Glastonbury high street, wearing their festival hats, ready for the next open-ended summer adventure.
Meanwhile, the Glastafarians, with their non-festival hats, sit sagely outside the many cafés, talking about energy, organic food and UFOs, living the dream. Watching them from a distance, as they sip on herbal tea and chain-smoke cigarettes, their lives look perfect. Continue reading “Glastonbury and the Glastafarians”
For most of us, perfect health, spiritual enlightenment and manifesting money are the most obvious reasons to use crystals- it’s no wonder that every Glastonbury New Ager resonates so deeply with the shiny gems. But every now and again, even the purest of light-filled beings can find themselves betrayed by their still human bladder and are forced out of their sleep at three in the morning, desperate for a pee. For those people, here is a helpful guide. Continue reading “New Age in the Dark”
Arthur. His name still rings out clear and true across the Somerset Levels, like the sound effect slide of a sword from a stone. A noble and kind king, he ruled Wales, Cornwall, Somerset, North Cadbury, the whole of England or somewhere, anyway, for a pretty long time, way back when dragons roamed the woods and there weren’t any motorways. Continue reading “The Myths of Avalon”
Glastonbury’s favourite medical intervention and cure-all is, amazingly, a tiny sugar pill. You’re not allowed to touch them except with your mouth and mint kills the magic. They call it Homeopathy.
Traditional Homeopathy is based on the German premise that the less there is of something, the more potent it is. No-one knows why. Continue reading “The Miracle of Homeopathy”
“You’re no better than Hitler, you lot. It’s not natural. Get a life. It’s people like you that cause all the wars. Vegetables scream when you pull them up so that makes you a murderer. Oh, poor little plant…
Have a burger, hur hur hur…“*
Vegans exist in a thin and exhausted scatter across society, occasionally clumping together in the more alternative towns across the country. They can sometimes be found trying to live together in car-free, oil-free, herbivorous, rule-filled communities or communing at a vegan festival stall, eating chocolate cake. Continue reading “All Flesh is Grass- Veganism in Glastonbury”
What guide would this be if you weren’t shown the ancient Art of Feng Shui? It influences door colour, product placement, shop fronts and where the toilets are located in most of Glastonbury’s shops.
Feng Shui is an ancient system for getting what you want, like stamping your feet or holding up a post office with a replica shot-gun except done nicely with the harmonising mystical skills of geomancy. Continue reading “Tassels and Red Paint”