Pagans
A few friends of mine declare themselves pagans.

Not in the run around naked and sacrifice a goat and eat its entrails type pagans, but more chilled out, barbeque, guitar types, lots of nice people chilling out in nature type pagans.

i.e The paganism without the bull shit essentially.

Now these guys have been known to put on mini-gatherings, a small festival of sorts.

Nothing untoward, just great merriment and family fun.

Best memories include:

Eating a pickled egg from a jar at the food and drink area, every time i opened a beer. To the point were people started getting concerned.

Helpfully throwing some blocks of wood on the fire, to keep it nice and toastie, you know.. doing my bit. Until someone kindly pointed out that the blocks of wood i was throwing on the fire were the pieces of giant jenga that some bloke had spent the last week sawing and sanding for the kids to enjoy. That didn't go down too well.

The next night a few of us skulked off too our own little area and boiled up some magic mushroom tea. I can barely remember the next few hours, but from what my mates recall was me running up and down a hill, giggling like a loon and then temporarily losing a shoe.

A few of my mates (the non pagans) decided a visit to the pub was in order, around the corner from the camp site. We couldn't be bothered walking along the path, so my mate decided to hop over a fence. Mid vault he discovered it was an electric fence and with a shriek he fell into the other field. The one with the angry cow (not a bull, a cow) in it. His girlie shriek had startled it and caused it to approach menacingly.
I'll never forget how hard we laughed watching my mate try and scramble back over the fence as soon as he noticed the beast approaching at speed.

Guess you had to be there.
(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Tue 9 Jun 2009, 7:21, Reply)