How is it that -

You can have "decrepitude" but not "crepitude"?



Decrepitude.  I mean, what else can it be? "Luxurious North Korean beach homes?" 

VS.

Crepitude in concrete.  Glass and steel too.
 

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Enquiring minds want to know!

It's June, It's Raining - It Must Be Glastonbury!
Walking to work yesterday I spotted several dozen people kitted out for what must have been an outward-bound adventure course, all morosely gathered at Dantzic Street.  Later on the penny dropped - they're all off to that giant mud wallow in - what county is it? - oh yes Somerset.  I wish them well!  I like my home comforts far too much to want to fester in a filth-filled field for four days, under the iron sky.  One of my memories of an earlier Glasto is live camerawork from the rear of The Who on stage, showing rain coming down outside in rods, endlessly.  Grim stuff! 

Of course if you have a camper van it makes life a little more civilised - Sadie, ex-work colleague, had an old camper van which meant not having to worry about people looting your tent, and it had an inside toilet, which festival-goers have been known to kill for.  Rosie and Phil, pub quiz partners, took the cannier step of booking an hotel in Glastonbury itself.  They could walk to the site, have their inner muso fulfilled and then walk back to a nice comfy bed after a decent meal.

Middle-aged Rob is quite happy to experience the whole business by watching the BBC.  Besides, I never did like the Rolling Stones.


"We're the British.  You can't crush us!  You think this is bad?  You should have seen the Western Front in 1917!"