I spent 25 hours on my feet, told a lot of people off for smoking inside a music tent and passed out in a yurt
It was fairly fun.

I obviously can't do interesting or funny, and the most horrific thing that happened wasn't as bad as I thought. Was working during the Gallows, and had to deal with someone who at first I thought had a cut throat. It turned out it was just a cut eyebrow and the blood had just run down his face and down his throat. So that's ok, I sat and sponged blood off his face with a wet tissue feeling for all the world like someone's mother.
( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Tue 31 Aug 2010, 9:31, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

Yurts are cool.
Stayed in one a few times, with civilised laptop, generator, wood burner and beds. Much better than wanky tents.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Tue 31 Aug 2010, 9:34, Reply)

You fucking hippie.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 31 Aug 2010, 9:35, Reply)

Pot.
Black. Kettle. Calling. The.

Rearrange these words.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Tue 31 Aug 2010, 9:42, Reply)

Damn. Rumbled.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 31 Aug 2010, 9:44, Reply)

Hah.
*stalks*
So how are you you?
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Tue 31 Aug 2010, 9:46, Reply)

Fair to middling, I would say.
You?
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 31 Aug 2010, 9:49, Reply)

Full of the cold.
Gozzing interesting phlegm everywhere.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Tue 31 Aug 2010, 9:53, Reply)

Nice.
I've been coughing up luminous ectoplasm for nearly three weeks now.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 31 Aug 2010, 9:58, Reply)

Call Ghostbusters.
Those scamps.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Tue 31 Aug 2010, 10:02, Reply)