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Mud, rubbish sex, food poisoning and the Quo replacing the headline act you've mortgaged your house to see. Tell us your experiences
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( , Thu 4 Jun 2009, 13:33)
Mud, rubbish sex, food poisoning and the Quo replacing the headline act you've mortgaged your house to see. Tell us your experiences
Question from Chart Cat
( , Thu 4 Jun 2009, 13:33)
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No shit
We all know the bogs at Glastonbury are bad, legendarily so.
One year when a group of us went, Mad Tim and my sort-of-ex managed to last the entire weekend (friday afternoon to monday morning) without doing a poo. On the way home, they got out of the van and into the bogs at the first service station we stopped at pretty damn sharpish.
Can't understand how they managed to do that, if I don't don't have a great big dump in the morning I can't function for the rest of the day.
( , Thu 4 Jun 2009, 17:09, 6 replies)
We all know the bogs at Glastonbury are bad, legendarily so.
One year when a group of us went, Mad Tim and my sort-of-ex managed to last the entire weekend (friday afternoon to monday morning) without doing a poo. On the way home, they got out of the van and into the bogs at the first service station we stopped at pretty damn sharpish.
Can't understand how they managed to do that, if I don't don't have a great big dump in the morning I can't function for the rest of the day.
( , Thu 4 Jun 2009, 17:09, 6 replies)
It's a dangerous risk
I attempted to go the entire weekend at Leeds (Thursday morning through to Monday morning) without "releasing otters into the pond".
I lasted until early evening on Sunday, by which point it was not safe for me to laugh or cough - never mind pass wind - without risking soiling myself.
Note for future festivals: toilets are in their worst condition on Sunday afternoons. And there's no loo roll anywhere.
Thank fuck for my ex's fresh-wipes.
( , Thu 4 Jun 2009, 17:15, closed)
I attempted to go the entire weekend at Leeds (Thursday morning through to Monday morning) without "releasing otters into the pond".
I lasted until early evening on Sunday, by which point it was not safe for me to laugh or cough - never mind pass wind - without risking soiling myself.
Note for future festivals: toilets are in their worst condition on Sunday afternoons. And there's no loo roll anywhere.
Thank fuck for my ex's fresh-wipes.
( , Thu 4 Jun 2009, 17:15, closed)
I noticed that at about 6 in the morning
The bogs were cleaned.
I believe it's called "first dibs"...
( , Thu 4 Jun 2009, 17:26, closed)
The bogs were cleaned.
I believe it's called "first dibs"...
( , Thu 4 Jun 2009, 17:26, closed)
This has been my approach ever since
Also, taking my own loo roll. Shitloads (pardon the pun) of it.
( , Thu 4 Jun 2009, 17:48, closed)
Also, taking my own loo roll. Shitloads (pardon the pun) of it.
( , Thu 4 Jun 2009, 17:48, closed)
This brings back memories...
After V 2007, the ex-SO and I stopped at a Chinese restaurant. I took the time to wander off to the loo and found, to my intense delight, a pristine facility which I then proceeded to stink out with the contents of my intestine.
I swear I was a stone lighter on my way down the stairs with a bounce in my step...
( , Fri 5 Jun 2009, 8:52, closed)
After V 2007, the ex-SO and I stopped at a Chinese restaurant. I took the time to wander off to the loo and found, to my intense delight, a pristine facility which I then proceeded to stink out with the contents of my intestine.
I swear I was a stone lighter on my way down the stairs with a bounce in my step...
( , Fri 5 Jun 2009, 8:52, closed)
it's possible
Due to me having an arse that violates several international treaties on chemical weapons proliferation I would store it up for a weekend whenever I visited my ex-girlfriend's parents.
There's nothing like that first, thunderous evacuation after three days 'corked'
( , Sat 6 Jun 2009, 17:05, closed)
Due to me having an arse that violates several international treaties on chemical weapons proliferation I would store it up for a weekend whenever I visited my ex-girlfriend's parents.
There's nothing like that first, thunderous evacuation after three days 'corked'
( , Sat 6 Jun 2009, 17:05, closed)
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