Glastonbury

A visit to the Somerset town of Glastonbury’s always a bit of a laugh. It’s where hippies live. It’s “mystic”, man. The shops are unusual and interesting. Apart from food and clothes (I’ve found a good shop for shirts made from hemp “WARNING: the composition of this material makes it unsuitable for use as a drug”) there are all sorts of bonkers places claiming to cure most illnesses. Imaginary illnesses are the best for imaginary cures. The healing power of crystals features extensively, and the ability of certain procedures to “harness cosmic forces”. You get the picture. There are many adverts in shop windows for self-awareness-type courses, mostly loosely based on Budism. Hillarious. I’m off now to try to smoke my new shirt.