Toilets
Toilets are weird half public/half private spaces. All sorts of stuff goes on in them. They are devious entrances and exits from venues, places to have sex, to snort drugs or even, get this, to defecate. Tell us your favourite toilet stories.
( , Fri 2 Sep 2005, 11:11)
Toilets are weird half public/half private spaces. All sorts of stuff goes on in them. They are devious entrances and exits from venues, places to have sex, to snort drugs or even, get this, to defecate. Tell us your favourite toilet stories.
( , Fri 2 Sep 2005, 11:11)
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Ah Glastonbury...
If anyone has been to Glastonbury, they will know the joy of using the 'longdrops'. For the uninitiated these consist of a row of toilets suspended over a huge pit, into which everything drops. By the end of the festival they are usually pretty pongy. Also, you need to bring your own toilet paper.
Being the clever guy I am, i thought I could make it the whole weekend without needing a 'number two', and so did not bother with any toilet paper. By sunday afternoon my guts were aching and so after catching the first 20 minutes of David Kitt's set, I had to run to the longdrops. A painful 40 minutes later I was done, and eager to get back to see if I could catch the end of the set. Unfortunately I had nothing to wipe up with...
After deciding the laminated pages of the pocket guide I had would probably not be a comfortable idea, I remembered that, due to the large amounts of water around the site, I had worn two pairs of socks.
So now every time I find an odd sock in my drawer all I can picture is my poor green sock with 'Wednesday' written on it, floating around in the sludge of the longdrops in the Acoustic field.
( , Fri 2 Sep 2005, 14:23, Reply)
If anyone has been to Glastonbury, they will know the joy of using the 'longdrops'. For the uninitiated these consist of a row of toilets suspended over a huge pit, into which everything drops. By the end of the festival they are usually pretty pongy. Also, you need to bring your own toilet paper.
Being the clever guy I am, i thought I could make it the whole weekend without needing a 'number two', and so did not bother with any toilet paper. By sunday afternoon my guts were aching and so after catching the first 20 minutes of David Kitt's set, I had to run to the longdrops. A painful 40 minutes later I was done, and eager to get back to see if I could catch the end of the set. Unfortunately I had nothing to wipe up with...
After deciding the laminated pages of the pocket guide I had would probably not be a comfortable idea, I remembered that, due to the large amounts of water around the site, I had worn two pairs of socks.
So now every time I find an odd sock in my drawer all I can picture is my poor green sock with 'Wednesday' written on it, floating around in the sludge of the longdrops in the Acoustic field.
( , Fri 2 Sep 2005, 14:23, Reply)
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