Festival Fun
At the Reading festival in 97, I went with my then Girlfriend. The first brush we had was as I was sat quite happily at the entrance to our tent while the Girl snoozed, I rolled a nice fat joint, whilst doing this I hear the group of people who we were sharing a fire with start to shout, 'Pigs, Bastards' etc. As this sort of thing was happening all of the time I decided to ignore it until about six coppers charge through the tents, narrowly missing me and luckily not spotting the lump of hash lying on the ground sheet. The people proceeded to attempt to calm the coppers down, while I was waking my sleeping beauty so I could shove the hash in her knickers. She woke and proceeded to refuse to, ahem, conceal the evidence. Luckily the coppers had lost interest as the people had apologised and they had far more important things to worry about.

The next day we had gone to see some of her friends and then go into town. On the way I am collared and searched by two of her majesties finest. They find my Dope leaf lighter, my large rizla, marlboro cigs and other related parafenailia, however no dope. Had I shoved it up my arse you ask? Had I suceeded in getting my dear little filly to keep in betwix her small but perky assets? No In a fit of drunken stoned maddness late at night I had buried it under our rucksack tent. My girly had said I was a silly little 'Sheepie'for doing so, but a smart move I feel.
(Finn_coyote, Thu 8 Jan 2004, 18:41, Reply)