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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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The tale of Kurt the cyborg and the last time L ever took acid
Reading festival 1992 and a group of us were by the main stage waiting for Nirvana to come on. There'd been rumours that they wouldn't play and L was beyond anxious, considering himself their number one fan. Imagine if you will a fat, spotty, greasy haired wannabe metal head who secretly loves Queen and makes no bones about his fanboy hero worship of Kurt Cobain. Practically drooling when they finally came out on stage. That was L.
The only problem was Kurt came on in a wheelchair. Oh and L had dropped enough acid to fell a Tyrannosaurus Rex. So to him, Kurt was in fact fused to the wheelchair and had now become a cyborg. The fact that he bounced out of the chair and played an amazing set was lost on him. Kurt Cobain was a cyborg.
This train of thought which he expounded on the rest of us continued for the next few hours until he noticed an ant crawling up his leg talking to him. He conversed with the ant and all of its friends for a few minutes, so we left him to it by the campfire and went to meet the guys we'd hooked up with earlier in the day.
Twelve hours later we come back and he's still in the same position, still talking to the ant which has now long gone and sets about introducing all of us. He swears he has no memory of this, but is sure that someone was speaking back to him the whole time.
( , Thu 4 Jun 2009, 18:43, 3 replies)
Reading festival 1992 and a group of us were by the main stage waiting for Nirvana to come on. There'd been rumours that they wouldn't play and L was beyond anxious, considering himself their number one fan. Imagine if you will a fat, spotty, greasy haired wannabe metal head who secretly loves Queen and makes no bones about his fanboy hero worship of Kurt Cobain. Practically drooling when they finally came out on stage. That was L.
The only problem was Kurt came on in a wheelchair. Oh and L had dropped enough acid to fell a Tyrannosaurus Rex. So to him, Kurt was in fact fused to the wheelchair and had now become a cyborg. The fact that he bounced out of the chair and played an amazing set was lost on him. Kurt Cobain was a cyborg.
This train of thought which he expounded on the rest of us continued for the next few hours until he noticed an ant crawling up his leg talking to him. He conversed with the ant and all of its friends for a few minutes, so we left him to it by the campfire and went to meet the guys we'd hooked up with earlier in the day.
Twelve hours later we come back and he's still in the same position, still talking to the ant which has now long gone and sets about introducing all of us. He swears he has no memory of this, but is sure that someone was speaking back to him the whole time.
( , Thu 4 Jun 2009, 18:43, 3 replies)
youthful good looks
AND knowledge, experience, wit, wisdom etc.
Get yourself a clone babe, she's pulled (wouldn't wish you personally upon myself tho :-)just your organo-android copy
)
( , Thu 4 Jun 2009, 21:03, closed)
AND knowledge, experience, wit, wisdom etc.
Get yourself a clone babe, she's pulled (wouldn't wish you personally upon myself tho :-)just your organo-android copy
)
( , Thu 4 Jun 2009, 21:03, closed)
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