Middle class crusties
Trying out a 'lifestyle' as it's quite liberating to be able to mingle with the poorer folk and experience that sense of doom and gloom and heavy drug-use, but it's also nice to ring Mummy or Daddy when shit gets real (lice, overdoses, angry people, lost credit card etc).
(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Tue 6 Mar 2012, 21:03, 8 replies)

i think Jarvis cocker might have beaten you to this one.

( janet aylia y'all motherfuckers need jesus, Tue 6 Mar 2012, 23:38, closed)

Ha!

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Wed 7 Mar 2012, 9:21, closed)

...and also answers the often-repeated theme here, "why do poor people waste what little money they have on booze and fags?"
all together now: "Because there's nothing else to do..."
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Wed 7 Mar 2012, 9:22, closed)

No because they're
lazy, thieving scum, who are hellbent on ruining the country, then?

Ooh, FreeFair will be upset.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Wed 7 Mar 2012, 9:38, closed)

Yeah, but that's the whole point
isn't it?

I have never been a crusty, but the idea of just wandering off in an old bus and not washing for a year does have a certain appeal.

Thing is - any time I want to do that, from an economic perspective, I can. If I don't like it, I just park the bus behind Asda, with the keys left in it, and walk home.

People do it because they have the choice. It's the ones that don't have the choice I'd worry about. If the best you can do is live in a bus with dreadlocks, it's you that has the problem.
(username failed moderation, Wed 7 Mar 2012, 11:06, closed)

done it. it's not as much fun as it looks.
i work in an office and own a house now. i still have dreadlocks, mind.
( janet aylia y'all motherfuckers need jesus, Wed 7 Mar 2012, 16:05, closed)

To be honest
the bit that appeals to me is smoking a lot of pot and loafing around in the sun, but I'm pretty sure I'd just spend most of my time asleep.
(username failed moderation, Wed 7 Mar 2012, 16:25, closed)

protip: buy a horsebox.
on sunny days, with the judicious application of a couple of appropriately-cut telegraph poles, the horse ramp becomes a patio.
( janet aylia y'all motherfuckers need jesus, Thu 8 Mar 2012, 12:57, closed)