Sleepwalking headbanger
Some years ago, when I was about 18, I used to go to Reading Rock as it was then known. I always went with a huge guy called John Mortimer (I hope you're reading this). Six foot something tall and just as wide.
The first time we went he waited till we had pitched our little 2 man tent in the pouring rain before he told me that he sleep walks. OK, not a problem I think, "How bad?" "Well I once woke up, having run the bath and got in in my pyjamas, and once I woke up when I broke my ankle falling off the kerb outside my house"
Oh
so we watch some bands, it gets to about midnight and we're staving, so we find an all night donut stand, the only thing open at Reading rock after 12 and there are about a thousand people with the muchies... To cut a long story short we get to bed about 2AM.
About 3AM John sits bolt upright in the almost dark tent (it really was a small tent) "What's up" I calmly enquire, thinking we are about to be attacked by a mob of hairy bikers. John turns round, looks at me, screams and lunges for my throat. I have no option but to chin the guy, he collapses, and starts to snore.
A very long sleepless night ensues, every time he breathed I thought he was about to strangle me. To cap it all the hirsute one didn't even remember doing it the next day.
(The Hooded Bean is in my pants Can't resist a Fanny/Tranny Joke, Fri 24 Aug 2007, 9:37, Reply)