Technically Live8 tickets were prizes, as you had to get them from a text draw.
What a shit experience. Probably karmic retribution for the fact that I only went to see Pink Floyd, because I didn't believe Live8 would make more than fuck-all difference to the outcome of the G8 summit.

Worst part was when I was watching the lully Floyd and really needed a wee, but not wanting to fight my way through the crowd for about 20 minutes (not an exaggeration) to get to the toilets which were all (and I mean all) 3/4 full of pissy paper last time I went and by then would have been full to the brim. So I thought 'ah, fuck it' and wet myself.

Highlight of the evening was during Snoop Dogg. I really needed a poo, so I thought 'any port in a storm' and braved the stinking paper-filled portaloos. And dropped a jobbie. I turned round to have a look at it, and it was in the mathematical dead centre of the heap of paper, and coiled round in a couple of loops, very elegantly, like a meringue or a swirl of Mr Whippy. It was like a cartoon poo.

I wish I could have taken a picture.
( Bob Todd whee, Thu 4 Aug 2005, 12:43, Reply)