... and one friend, a Levellers fan
... was dead keen to see them play at Glastonbury on the Friday. It was quite cute to see him getting more and more excited the closer and closer we got to the time. We got down there on the Thursday, and set up camp. Boshed a couple of tabs of acid, and had a smoke. My friend decides - wisely - that he's going to have a shit while the toilets are relatively "clean".

So off he toddles, and a couple of us follow him to go for a slash.

We wait for him.

And we wait for him.

Sitting having a shit, he realised he'd absolutely chosen the wrong bog, as this one was clearly being lifted up by a crane.

But he's on acid. Silly boy - of course it's not moving!

Except it bloody is, though!

No its not, lad. You're tripping. YOU'RE TRIPPING!

It bloody is ... sure it is ...

He finishes his shit, pulls his trousers up, and ... well ...

Just in case, you understand ...

Gets down on his hands and knees (in a festival bog!), and very gingerly opens the door ...

To find us - and soon everyone else - laughing, staring and pointing going "What the FUCK are you doing?!"
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 17:01, 2 replies)

It was quite cute to see him getting more and more excited the closer and closer we got to the time
sounds like me :0)
( SpikeyPickle wishes he was mabazaritchie, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 17:07, closed)

Nice
I can completely empathise with this situation. I'd have done the same.
(cypherspace is not a toaster, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 17:47, closed)