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Hugo Rifkind

Did Glastonbury love Corbyn as much as it loved pirates in 2007?

1 July 2017

9:00 AM

1 July 2017

9:00 AM

I saw him — the loneliest man at Glastonbury. He was wearing a neon-green Hawaiian shirt, and he was next to a stall selling baguettes, and he was standing on a path facing a stage, and he was screaming that Jeremy Corbyn was a cunt.

This was not, actually, a stage that had Corbyn on it.

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