The Parade of the Zoomers
I saw a funny thing on Saturday night at Glastonbury.
Sitting by the West Holts stage while Jungle were rounding off their set with that big breathy number of theirs, I noticed a commotion.
The Zoomers were making their evening grand entrance to the Festival.
A parade of hundreds and hundreds of teens and kids in their early twenties were whooping and jiving, many livestreaming themselves as they capered along the path. Facial glitter, hats, neon feather boas were endemic (brandishing selfie sticks must be de trop though, didn't see a single one)
These fucking kids, a full generation below us, are EXHIBITIONISTS. They eschew faceless techno bollocks completely. It's imperative that they are seen and that the rest of us bear witness.
This simply would not have happened in the 1990s. Our lot shuffled in small groups, all sneery and contemptuous and anonymouse.
Indeed, trailing sadly in their wake shuffled a lesser number of late-millenials and older people in sensible muted garb, ambling along, unsure of themselves. Upstaged completely but not grudgingly.
Made me chuckle.