GLASTONBURY: A leathery old herbert speaks

Lordy! My mate Duncan has got a scanner and sent me this old pic of myself at Glastonbury '89. Aahhh memories.

I don't know why but I had decided it would be a good idea to buy a beret. Also note a Rizzla on the nose as improvised sun protection.

It was the wild west in those days. No coppers on the site and no cigarettes left by sunday morning. Bit different these days, what with all the kids on their phones...... moan moan.

"Oh shut up Richard you crusty old fool. Anyhow, shouldn't you be going to Glyndebourne?"