Corbyn, brought up in a ten bedroom mansion, privately educated, on around £150,000 a year with a pension pot in the millions, all funded by the taxpayer, addresses a crowd of wealthy folk at Glastonbury, who can afford £250 for a ticket, and tells them that he is the new Messiah who can save the world. The fools cheer him.
Not one of them seemed to realise that they are the very class who would be screwed by his taxation plans. Either there were more drugs there than previously estimated, or the majority of the crowd are irredeemably thick.