Glastonbury '96? 97?
12 of us got in on two tickets, with one two-man tent between us, resulting in a medical need for constant recreational drug use over the three days.

Having discovered we both had the team gear, at one point I remember sitting in a field late at night with my passed out mate. I woke him up for a toke on the joint, then he did the same to me. I think that happened several times, and then I remember random strangers starting to kick us, and apologise ...

It turned out we'd passed out right in front of the main stage, and there was a well-formed mosh pit steadily growing - ever so politely - around us.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 16:30, Reply)