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Stumbling around with the late night Glastonbury revellers I was watching faces and doing my best to stay upright. I felt bad. Over-the-top-drink-&-drug-consumption-gone-horribly-wrong, bad and I thought for the world that no one could be feeling worse than I.

Then I saw the face with the uncontrollable jaw shiver. The bare shoulders revealed themselves next and these were quickly followed, as a gap appeared in the downpour of stumblers, by an absolute absence of clothes.

This poor lad had, by some means unbeknown to anyone, most likely including himself, lost every stitch of clothing that I assume, or at least hope, he'd set out with earlier that evening. And he was horribly twisted to boot.

I felt better after that. I may have been ripped beyond the tits on a pointless concoction of drink and drugs. I may have been lost, dazed and very confused, but I was clothed and I was warm and I didn't have everyone else pointing and laughing at my shrivelled beef baton.
( Moey, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 14:55, Reply)