Glastonbury
Had spent the best part of the 90's going to Pilton and lobbing the fence on a free blag due to being a pauper and needing the money for 'entertainment' ok?

Well after 4 years or so of success I pushed myself too far by sticking a crate of beer in a rucksack and piling over the fence with a rope ladder to assist. Precariously I wobbled at the top of this f**k off fence, jumped, landed like a c**t and heard an almighty snap which didn't register at the time. I went to get up and cross no mans land to this second smaller fence but upon standing watched my foot collapse sideways and a lump of bone/sinew/ligament force its way over the top of my boot. At this point I fainted, woke up in Yeovil Hospital with my very own supply of Diamorphine and a large plaster on my leg. I'd f**ked it so badly the BMJ put photos of the inside in the next edition as they hadn't seen such a mess before.
Cue two 10" scars on either side of my right leg and a reputation as 'that stupid c**t who bunked the fence with 15 kilos of beer on his back'.

Apologies for length (of the fecking scars)
(Fonkadelix is fucking bored, pass the crack pipe Mavis., Mon 7 Feb 2005, 17:17, Reply)