MAKE love not war

As I write this I'm looking at a man in his 70s with a ponytail stroll past with the above slogan on his back.

?He clearly is a relic from a time of Naam, of free lovin, of open rebellion.

Yet, when it came down to it, he was as shocked as I was that the UK ?decided to turn its back on the European Union.

For the first time ever I'm away from home during election time, sitting in the muddy bubble of Glastonbury Festival.

As the results came in, those around me wading about with cans of drink in their hand were oblivious to the momentous moment.

It was only when they woke up and emerged from their humid tents that the reality of Brexit hit home.

Even in the muddy surroundings of the Somerset countryside it's clear that this a genuine bombshell, big enough to push the hangover to the back of the mind for a while.

And the collateral is just beginning.

The price of the pound has dropped, the stock exchange dipped, interest rates up, the Prime Minister has resigned - and that was just three hours after a declaration was made.

Those on the winning side claim it is a victory for democracy.

But the images of those people celebrating do not look like champions of a better future for future generations.

On the whole they are angry ?older people who are harking back to a view of Victorian Britain where the UK not only ruled the seas but also a quarter of the world.

Beyond those rose-tinted imperial spectacles, there's no positivity, no vision - just regular displays of toddler strops, where everyone around them is made aware they don't want to do something.

When asked what the alternative is, they just sit cross-legged in protest with a bullish bulldog frown.

Such behaviour is no good for anyone? - but there seems to be a growing trend across society that? by acting like that, you can get what you want.

In the last week I've experienced many an angry person.

There was the man speeding on a 30mph road who thought the best way to show everyone he was in a hurry was by driving within a few centimetres of ?the back of my car and then swerving into the other lane of oncoming traffic.

Or there was the person in the supermarket who tutted and muttered continuously at other shoppers for seemingly getting in the way - and then used the trolley as a battering ram.

Then there was the stranger who trolled me on social media after I posted a very innocent picture of enjoying the great outdoors.

Now, it could have been that it was the same person who was having a very bad day.

But it's more than certain that there's just a lot of people out there who are very angry at the world and looking to blame others for it.

The EU referendum has just poured fuel on the fire.

History shows us that anger just breeds more anger, with those unable to stand up for themselves the only ones going to suffer.

Over the next weeks, months, years, the Brexit saga will take many more twists and turns.

With public opinion very clearly split, a general election and another referendum is likely.

Scottish independence, an economic recession and a housing crash could also happen.

Troubling unsettling times are ahead.

?And once the dust settles those people who have championed the UK's removal from the European Union will need to ditch the anger and pull people together to make the separation happen.

They will do well to remember that the only way they will get their way is by making peace not war.

The Argus:

As someone who has only witnessed Glastonbury on the TV until this weekend, I can honestly say that nothing will prepare you for the event until you've experienced it.

It's so much bigger, brasher and muddier than you could imagine.

It's come a long way since its launch in 1970 when tickets cost one pound and free milk was handed out.

Hundreds of other festivals have followed in its wake - with there being more now than there are days in the year.

But, after spending a weekend here, I can honestly say when it comes to festivals, I'm out.