Another toilet one,
Which I'll keep short.

At reading a few years back, we were camped quite near an 'alternative' toilet. Also known as the bushes, cos that's what they were.

To get to them you had to go down a little bank to a small stream, where you could relieve yourself as nature intended, and many, many people did.

I'll never forget seeing one unfortunate soul, after squatting for a piss, getting up and attempting to climb the bank.

I should mention that the bank was pretty damn precarious after being pissed and shat on by a few thousand people, meaning that the poor lady fell, right down flat, onto her face. Right into where about 3 other people had just been going about their filthy business.

After the tears stopped long enough for her to ask for help out of there, one gent offered to help her out (not this gent by the way. I'm not touching a shit covered person, even if they are fit...), and as predictably as you'd imagine, he got dragged down into the mire of shite screaming like a loon.

It was roughly about this time i left the situation in all it's grim glory. With the girl crying, covered in brown, and a now very regretful man puking, whilst about 5 or 6 people looked on in what changed from laughter to mild horror, very rapidly...

Not that the portaloos are much better....
(Scrumpy does not negotiate with terrorists,, Tue 9 Jun 2009, 14:05, Reply)