My dirty weekend in Hippy Land

We sent the most anti-festival (and anti-music, anti-mud, anti-dancing) writer we could find to Glastonbury. Did the Green Fields work their magic?Hello, my name is Happy Fairy Tanya. I used to be Bitter Journalist Tanya, but then I went to Glastonbury. If you do not address me by my new title, I will rip your eyeballs out with my shimmering fairy wings.I never wanted to come here. In my previous non-Fairy incarnation I hated music – except Barry Manilow – dancing, drugs, camping...

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