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Will I get lost – or liberated? My day at Glastonbury without a phone
No lineup, no map and no meet-ups with friends: is it possible to survive the festival phone-free?
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. 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. 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.
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