Artistic licence: Longitude festival
Boy, did I feel my age at Longitude festival last weekend. I was passing through the barriers at Marlay Park when a security guard stopped me to go through my bag.
“Is that a selfie stick?” she said, pulling out a slender silver object. “What?” I said, indignant at the idea. “It’s a pen!” “All the kids are at it,” she protested, gesturing to the selfie-stick contraband on the tables beside her. And then I stopped laughing, realising that by doing ...