Reading festival, 1997
As our mammoth journey to the site involved public transport from the other side of the country, coupled with our teen inability to rise before noon, you can imagine that it took us quite a while to arrive on site. Our tents were duly set up at some far-flung 'as far away as you can get from anything' area of the festy.

On the saturday afternoon we are back at the tents, sipping on brews and cooking up some grub. I'm lying in my tent with my head out the door chatting to mates while nonchalantly making a big fat spleef. The lads went a bit quiet and tried some 'not so shady' attempts to point yonder for me. Me being a bit battered completely misses this and carries on putting in the ganj. I vaguely become aware of some people standing to my right and bounce my head in that direction to see a two pairs of shiney new looking size 12 boots.

"Hello, that looks a bit odd for a festy. Normally boots here are tatty or muddy as fuck" thinks I. In slow motion I start to look upwards - first noticing the neatly pressed trousers, then wondering what the fuck festival goers are doing with radios and other such paraphernalia on their belts. Its at this point, realisation clicks and i turn my head right up and see two of Readings finest plod looking down on me smiling.

"Is that waht I think it is Sir?" asks one of them, motioning towards my king size rizzla (or perhaps at the ganja in my hand)

"Whatsh do you thinks its ish offisha?" slurs I.

"Looks like drugs to me. Is that what it is?" asks the other policeman

"No. Itsh a shiggarette" I blurt out while my mates look on embarrassed at me denying being caught red handed, crumbling my ganja into a spliff.

"Are you sure about that Sir? it certainly doesnt look like it to me" said mr plod #1

"Yes, poshivive. I promise offisha. Were good lads" I slur out, ganja still clearly visible in hand.

At this point is when my mates mouths fell open and I to this day have no idea how it happened, but the reply was pricessless

"thats fine then. Hope you enjoy the festival. Keep yourselves safe"

And off they wandered.
(shamen Geekius Maximus, Fri 6 May 2011, 15:21, 4 replies)

In fairness,
they probably had much better things to do that arse around with someone who was plainly a harmless idiot.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 6 May 2011, 15:51, closed)

still am
mostly.
(shamen Geekius Maximus, Fri 6 May 2011, 15:55, closed)

Couldn't
be arsed with the paperwork probably...Fair play.
(Pat_Gash, Fri 6 May 2011, 16:25, closed)

To be fair
Along with a few other examples that have been written, the plod that go to the festivals know what goes on and as long as you arent being a cunt about it or blatently dealing they will let it slide.
(Bonzodog29 is an unemployed sponge of the worst kind, Sat 7 May 2011, 12:31, closed)