What has sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll come to?

I see that one of the organisers of the Glastonbury annual rock festival is insisting that folk who attend carry – wait for it! – identity cards with their photos on. Well, given that no-one is forced to attend the festival, I cannot see a principled stance on liberty grounds although it does appear symptomatic of a broader obsession with ID these days (as if we needed reminding, Ed).

Not very rebellious, is it? My kid brother, many years ago while a student, spent several happy, half-stoned days in the mud accompanied by the music of Van Morrison, the Undertones and many others, while all the time enjoying the ministrations of 6 lovely young female undergraduates of a similar outlook on life.

Now they want to turn the whole thing into what: a frickin’ traffic wardens’ convention?