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The Guardian
12 minutes ago
- The Guardian
Will I get lost – or liberated? My day at Glastonbury without a phone
For someone who gets lost on the way back from a restaurant bathroom, the 364-hectare (900-acre) sprawl of Glastonbury is a navigational nightmare. I've been to the festival three times, and between the music and the drinking I've always been glued to my phone, risking a rolled ankle as I hurry along, staring at the site map on the app and racing to recorrect my route to the shows. Losing power or losing my phone hasn't ever seemed an option here. Without it, I would cease to function. But perhaps, at the ripe old age of 31, it is time to face my fears. What would happen if I ditched my phone for the day? Would I perish from boredom or find myself liberated, finally embracing the full freedom of the Glastonbury experience? I feel like a frightened puppy at the start of the day, stowing my phone in my bag and attaching myself to colleagues who can show me around instead. I follow my first benevolent handler to the circus fields to watch a talk – so far, so straightforward. But as I head off to find some water, I momentarily lose my bearings on my way back to the group. I have to remind myself to be more attentive once I'm cast off alone to follow the signs (and the many helpful stewards I ask) to the Pyramid stage. Supergrass are playing and as I watch their skittish set I feel my phone start to buzz. I instinctively reach for it, worrying I'm missing out on group chats or work goings-on, and feel strangely bereft when I realise I have to let it vibrate, ignoring it to focus on the stage. I begin to feel a bit bored – something I haven't felt since I first had a smartphone to fill every quiet moment with scrolling. I am considering the state of modern boredom when the Spice Girl Mel C walks past. If I'd been staring at my screen, I never would have noticed her. I head over to ask for a selfie before realising I'd need to take my phone out, settling for an awkward wave instead. As the sun reaches a woozy afternoon peak, I reach into my bag and turn the phone off, free now to wander. I soon spot a group dressed as pirates and ask where they're off to. They hand me a warm bottle of vodka and squash and invite me to tag along. This is their eighth Glastonbury as a group and two of them, Jo and Chris, got engaged here last year. 'It's the most magical place on Earth,' Jo says. 'Nothing bad can happen to you, so have fun!' We spend the next few hours together, stumbling past an Elvis impersonator, the millennial rappers Rizzle Kicks and someone in a morph suit singing Frank Sinatra's My Way on a karaoke machine. As night falls, I find myself alone again, but no longer bored or lonely. Sebastian, a Greenpeace volunteer, spots me scribbling and asks what I'm up to. He tells me he's been coming since the 1980s. 'It's changed a lot and there's more of a corporate atmosphere these days,' he says. 'But you won't find a place with more friendly people in the world.' We try to make our way to the hedonistic south-east corner before losing each other in the crowd. Soon, though, the magic of the festival strikes, as I spot a friend from primary school who I haven't seen in two decades. In a sea of 200,000 people, this meeting feels very unlikely, and as we catch up into the early hours, I realise I would never have found myself here had I followed my phone and had arranged plans. Bleary-eyed, I eventually make the long walk back to the tent. When I wake up and turn on my phone, I realise I missed a meeting with a photographer the day before and an interview for another piece in the afternoon. There are downsides to being uncontactable, but it feels a small price to pay for a revelation: my sense of direction hasn't improved, but I now feel comfortable with getting lost. Perhaps I'll leave my phone at home more often.
Reuters
16 minutes ago
- Reuters
Joint saves four match points to claim Eastbourne title
EASTBOURNE, England, June 28 (Reuters) - Australia's Maya Joint saved four match points before beating Alexandra Eala 6-4 1-6 7-6(10) to win the Eastbourne title in a gripping final on Saturday. Four times Eala, the first player from the Philippines to reach a WTA Tour final, was a point away from victory in the final-set tiebreak but Joint dug deep to prevail. The 19-year-old Joint showed tremendous resilience to stay alive and when she earned her second match point at 11-10 made no mistake, drilling a backhand crosscourt winner. While it was joy for Joint who claimed her second WTA title in her last four events having also won her maiden crown in Rabat on clay, the pain was too much for 20-year-old Eala, who went off court in tears to compose herself before the ceremony. "We will definitely play in more finals," Joint said after the youngest Eastbourne final by combined age since 1981. The men's final between Americans Taylor Fritz and Jenson Brooksby was taking place later at Devonshire Park.
The Sun
34 minutes ago
- The Sun
Huge rock band forced to pull out of Glastonbury at last minute – as rapper steps in
THE Glastonbury line-up has changed at the last minute after a band were forced to pull out. American metal band Deftones has cancelled their performance tonight at 8.30pm due to illness. 2 2 Rapper Skepta has now stepped in and will be filling the slot. A social media post said: "Deftones have been forced to cancel tonight's 8.30pm Other Stage performance due to illness in the band. "Skepta will kindly step-in, taking the stage at 9pm. "He says: 'Let's go!!! No crew, no production but am ready to shut Glastonbury down. Victory lap time. Pre-Big Smoke 2025!'" Mercury Prize-winning jazz quintet Ezra Collective, who were due for a 6.45pm performance on the same stage will now play from 7pm to 8.15pm.
