awesomeness!
this right here is why festivals are frickin heaven on earth. ignore the horrible things you have to face when going for a shit, ignore the weather, things like this never happen in clubs or at home.

at Glastonbury my mate was once asleep in the stone circle field at the top of the hill, we were close enough to him to make sure he was safe but far enough away that he could totally pass out despite our giggling. a man appeared wearing a Mickey Mouse glove on one hand, a sign around his neck reading 'free handshakes' so we convinced him to wake my mate up and shake his hand. the bewilderment on his little screwed up face was worth the hundred odd quid the tickets cost alone.
(Ross McBingobangobongo bingobangobongo, Fri 17 Sep 2010, 13:05, Reply)