Those who missed out on the festival might feel sad, but they also missed out on this nightmarish hinterland
Glastonbury revellers had such a good time at 2017’s awesome festival that they have now used up all the fun. All good things have run dry, leaving only regret, shame, and the long journey back to the real world. Let’s join them as they make their way through the sad, trash-heap dystopia that is Glastonbury Festival on a Monday morning.
Time to go m8
Should we maybe tell them?
This sad pair look like the lost subjects of a dark-world Wes Anderson film.
Where has he been? What horrors has he seen? So many questions.
These guys are just taking it all in.
This pair is likewise enjoying the Insta-ready vista of refuse, seagulls and hungover zombies.
There’s still fun to be had here, apparently.
This is what happens when you leave your camping chairs behind 🙁
It doesn’t look that bad, does it?
And yes, it is that bad.
Like a poster for Glastonbury: the disaster movie.
These guys have the right idea, carting away their luggage on wheels.
One lone soul braves the straits of waste, before the seagull horde arrives.
This lot has all the time in the world. And it sucks.
Knackered and waiting for transport back home – what else is there to do but sleep?
Farewell, Glasto wasteland. See ya in 2019.