Last weekend saw the return of Glastonbury, in all it's muddy glory. A visceral manifestation of humankind’s eternal connection to music. The visually spectacular closing set of Ed Sheeran, where he showcased total mastery of the loop pedal and his uncanny ability to pull at your heart strings, as if they were chords on his guitar. I grew up on a strict diet of Annie Lennox, Mozart and Coldplay. Throughout my life music has been a tremendous antidote to the riggers of my disability, especially in my teenage years. Whenever things got a little too much, I would put in my earphones and escape. This years Glastonbury had performances from a wide range of artists, an eclectic mix of genres and ideas, even a politician. Jeremy Corbyn entered the Pyramid Stage as a conquering hero to rapturous applause, having won a resounding victory. Unless I am mistaken Corbyn lost, losing so badly his party are 56 seats behind the Conservatives, a Conservative party that failed to win a m...