A couple of 'em
3 years of festivals and about to depart to Download within the next 24 hours, this seems like a good place to cajole my festival spirit.

Festivals are the most wonderful of venues as we're all there for the same experience. It's almost like a football match with only your team in the stands. The sheer magnitude of happiness and goodwill that flows through the day is something quite overwhelming at times. But then that would make for a shit QOTW response, so heres some funny crap that happened.

In the past 3 years, I have seen within our own campsite -

:Walking around a campsite in naught but our underwear and a scarf at 3 in the morning, untill 2 grown men in full body painters suits try to dance with us, causing us to flee fearing for our bottoms.

:An enraged gentleman sit down in our campsite while I was by myself start shouting at me because he lost £100 worth of pills, all the while grinding his teeth and looking like if I said anything he'd jump up and chew my eyebrows off. I was 16 and I was terrified.

:My mate most expertly throwing cans of Mister Fosters finest dizzywater in the air and providing a soft landing in the way of his head before stumbling off to the medical tent to get his face glued back together.

:One man dancing by himself in the middle of a field at 2 am with an iPod and some speakers turn into a 15 person mobile disco.

:Dance of the flaming arseholes - Toilet paper stuffed down the crack of your arse, set light to and left to burn while you run around trying to get it to die out. Adjust difficulty level with length of paper used. If you decide to snuff the paper out by ripping it off, a forfeit is incurred.

:2 of my friends have a dirt eating contest. Nobody won.

Roll on Download!
(Lordfudgington is hiding the expense report filed on, Tue 9 Jun 2009, 11:05, Reply)