Festivals, gigs, Raves, etc, etc
I have to say that the most memorable escapades I can recall have often been at festivals, etc. Like the time when I was with a friend happilly enjoying a jazz fag at glasto 95. it was about 5/6 in the morning on the sunday and we were looking out of the front of my tent, laid on our chests observing the early morning goings on. You see people would have to look rather purposefully to actually notice us-which suited us both very well.
Now this fella, evidently-inebreated, tripping, whatever! staggered over to a tent about 5 metres infront of us, barely able to stiffle fits of giggles, whilst being encouraged by his friends who were out of our line of site to the left. who were also giggling. He then had a quick look around, pulled down his trousers and pants (still giggling) and curled out an impressive shit directly outside of the front of the tent. the best laugh came when we revealled ourselves to him and his freinds. As it turned out he had shat outside his tent, which contained his gf- we threw empty cans to wake her she awoke and made him clean it up. I'll never forget his tip toeing giggling insanity. just one of dozens of stories that could be included
(lamagic007, Tue 24 Oct 2006, 11:35, Reply)