Festivals IIIt's that time of year again
I was at a free festival outside Worthing in the early 90s, expounds Richard mcbeef off the internet. A bloke went mental on the dancefloor and started hitting people. He was restrained, calmed down, but then did it again, a good three times more. Eventually he was pursued around the arena by an ever-growing number of people, like in Benny Hill. He was chased into a massive nettle patch and ended up tied to a chair.
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(, Thu 25 Jun 2015, 9:45)
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Piss steamA couple of years before my Glastonbury experience, myself and 3 mates were at the Phoenix Festival.
We were totally shit-faced staggering around the campsite looking for our patch of turf when we decided we all needed a piss.
There was a lovely little camping set up in front of us. Nice couple of tents side by side with the glowing remains of what was a large camp fire in front.
We all took a lengthy 'racehorse' piss over the remains of the fire. Gallons of our foul urine hit the white hot coals, turned to steam and got taken by the breeze - of which the slightly opened tents were directly downstream.
We scarpered to the sound of the moans of the poor campers subjected to being woken up by breathing in our smelly piss steam.
(, Fri 26 Jun 2015, 11:20, 2 replies)
Chav prick.(, Fri 26 Jun 2015, 12:25, closed)
Proud of that?(, Fri 26 Jun 2015, 20:53, closed)
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