Woof
A former colleague was a seasoned Glastonburyite and usually came back regaling us with tales for the following month. One year he was uncharacteristically quiet. When someoned eventually coaxed the tale out of him it transpired that whilst cooking a meal he had managed to set light to his neighbour's tent. Tents burn quickly and he had managed to destroy seven of them.
(jvz, Tue 9 Jun 2009, 9:37, Reply)