A match made in heaven
Me and some chums were at Reading, think it was 2003, when Metallica were headlining. It was the second morning and the hangover was setting in nicely and, as you do, we were drinking through it with gusto.

Then came the inevitable rumbles from our collective stomach's. We'd managed to pitch our tents in the middle of no-where and had to save our pennies for beer so buying food was out of the question. We did have enough pot-noodles to feed a small army though so all was well... except we didn't have any water.

Ho hum thinks I, and off I pop to the nearest 'water' dispensing garden hose they'd set up dotted about the place, only to be confronted by a queue at least 100 miles long. Fuck that for a laugh I'll improvise.

Get back to the tent and survey what we have, when the greatest thought of all time hits me...

Pot noodle = nice
Beer = nice

Pot noodle + Beer = Nice nice nice surely!



Oh how wrong I was, took ages trying to control the bubbling mess that resulted in heating beer on a stove, which just served to evaporate all the alco-mohol, leaving hoppy, yeasty water. I managed 2 mouthfulls and had to repress my vom with each one.

Never again
(Is this a good idea? ... Yes this is definitely a good idea, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 16:25, 2 replies)

ewwww
good lord man, what were you thinking?!
(Lord Chode, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 23:18, closed)

Need food...
To lazy to move any further!
(Is this a good idea? ... Yes this is definitely a good idea, Fri 5 Jun 2009, 9:28, closed)