Glastonbury
Yes , the festival. A time of enjoying yourself in the sunshine/mud, getting pissed, stoned and listening to the bands. Sounds good? My mate was in his sleeping bag in the tent when 2 scousers came in, held a knife to his throat and went through all our stuff. What they want with my pants and an old t shirt, Ill never know. I sat outside the tent and watched them robbing loads of people. The police turned up but they were gone in the crowd. In the morning there were bags all over the place where they had been ransacked.
Then, my mate, or Lucky as we called him, asked someone he had met for about an hour to carry the rucksack which had the beer in it. He promptly went for a piss and was never seen again.
Then, my fucking mate, got approached by 2 huge, scouse security guards. Told him the beers he had just bought were "illegal" so he had to give them the beer or receive a kicking.
We didn't want to hang about with him anymore so we decide to go home. Only to find the car was, that's right, nicked.
He did redeem himself by having a load of cash in his socks, which paid for loads of beer in way home and then we got a free lift in an ambulance which was loaded with weed, beer and all the other goodies. Result. The Spirit of Glastonbury lives on. But not with scousers.
(Kihap, Wed 21 Jun 2006, 17:05, Reply)