I was in a cult once . . . kind of.
In my school days I used to hang around with a small group of friends, one of whom was a pretty tart. She used to take the lads up on to the playing fields and we'd all follow her. As she stood there trying to look cool and impressing the guys from the years above we decided it was time to worship our "God" and began taking part in a ritual known as 'Glory Glory 5p'

This ritual consisted of taking a five pence coin and burying it into the ground whilst two other danced round the burrier singing "Glory Glory 5p". Once the five pence was burried each participent poured a slight amount of bubblegum flavoured 'Panda Pop' on to the fresh mound and then continued dancing and singing.

For the more extravagant there was also the "Glory Glory 10p" ritual, and for those days when money is tight, "Glory Glory 2p".

Did we do all this because we were jelous? Hell no, we were too immature for that, we of course did it for the look of horror and disbelief that fell upon her face and the face of her freshly chosed lad.
( Fluffy elephants, Fri 27 Jan 2006, 14:46, Reply)