‘Meet me at the dancing dogs tent!’ What’s behind Britain’s festival frenzy?

I t’s 7pm on the first day of Gala festival in Rye park and dry ice drifts into the trees as grime MC Novelist, born just miles away, raps about a south London bus. “Four eight four! Going on raw on the 484,” he spits with a grin, bouncing like the sweaty moshpit in front of him. There are already h...

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