Oh and i think i disturbed a wedding at Glastonbury
I'd had some 'magic brew' and spent most of the monday morning watching the glorious sun rise above the amazing colours and crowds of the stone circle (2005 if anybody is asking) and was quite literally in heaven. Nothing could ever beat the sounds, the smells, the crowds, the people, the weather.... It was beautiful.

I think somehow i ended up lost amongst the crowds and just spent half the day drinking and playing and rolling in the grass in my own happy and colourful delirium, occasionaly stopping to roll a joint and chill out.

I think I watched a kid of gypsy/brass band dance about parping out classic TV and film themes in a polish stylee, and i was again in heaven... Great tunes, great day...

I soon got lost in the blur of noise and sound and colour and concentrated on finishing this joint that i had been trying to roll for a number of minutes and soon i was engorssed in the licking and sticking and rolling (and it took me ages)...

At one point, (god knows how long i'd been sat there staring at my rizlas)I realised the music has stopped and it had gone ominously silent...

Without thinking I shouted 'Oi where's the music gone?'

and some cockney geezer piped up 'Shat ap you Cant there's a facking wedding g'an on'

I had no idea.... So i just proudly replied 'Carry on then!'

So apologies if i ruined your wedding vows, but you did choose to get married in a field full of drugged up meery makers didn't you. It's not my fault if i lost my mind.
(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Fri 5 Jun 2009, 23:01, Reply)