I've just seen a rather well produced, extended piece on its cancellation on BBC breakfast.
It's ironic isn't it that after all the fuss about finding a way to celebrate 50 years of it the forces of nature imposed their own acolade.
There was a time when it was desparately uncool, load of compacent hippies with 10 minute tracks about poxy wizards. I preferred Reading, one minute twenty tracks about bashing Thatcher
It's crap now too, Jay-zed or some American women dancing about holding microphones. Or Mumford and Sons for the gazillionth time.
Presented on the BBC by dreary has beens or enthusiastic youngsters eager for a place on daytime TV
I remember looking through the bill last year and counted about five or six artists I'd have been interested in, all were hidden away in the fields.
Didn't I read that those re-runs, (strictly edited by the BBC to exclude anything not culturally or demographically acceptable) will apparently sideline Oasis to some web based effort?
I'm biting the hand that feeds me really as it's all we've got now since the bougiousie and the councils have done their best to outlaw live music in the towns for fear that the residents won't be able to hear Eastenders or because you can't get a wheelchair in the building..
My county is almost dead culturally, the next big thing listed on local websites this time of year usually being something like Dancing on Ice at Christmas in a town 10 miles away
I will tune in to the odd old performance, on endless re-run through the night interspersed with re-runs of fucking Wimbledon and I will take an interest in rumours about next years bill (Mumford and Son) and think back to Sham 69, The Jam, Bethnal, Chelsea, The Pirates, Penetration and The Motors at Reading so many years ago
Kylie maybe did 75 minutes but she was on in the afternoon.