Guess who’s been reading the tabloids again? According to a report in today’s Sun, the UK’s most famous music festival could be cancelled this summer if the swine flu crisis reaches pandemic proportions.
I hope I don’t live (or die) to regret saying this but I reckon there’s about as much chance of that happening as, well, pigs flying.
Remember bird flu? Killer bees from the continent? Carcinogenic asylum seekers? (OK, I made that last one up).
I’m no conspiracy theorist but when I read stuff like this it’s difficult to ignore the politics of fear theory – ie. the idea that the media colludes (whether knowingly or not) with darker forces who’d rather keep us all scared, compliant, and suggestible.
When the story broke all of two weeks ago, it was all over the news. Fair enough. But the very fact that it’s already comfortably behind Gordon Brown’s gurning on YouTube, the Champions League, and that annoying kid who got the ‘world’s best job’ should tell you everything you need to know.
If you ask me, this Glastonbury story is just another way of spinning it out a bit longer.
I’m not so naive as to think the situation couldn’t get worse. For all I know I’ll be typing my next blog entry from an isolation unit wearing a surgical mask. But until that happens, I’m not going to start worrying whether Glastonbury will be cancelled or not.
And neither should you.