Post by Simon Arnold on Mar 28, 2005 15:57:42 GMT -5
Don't read on if poo and wee stories offend you.
A huge part of the festival experience are the toilets right ? Our 1st Reading was 1990 ( i think ). We got there late Thursday evening in a car loaded with tent only to find all the campsites near to the arena were full so we had to park in what seemed like a turnip field miles from the action. Come the 5am urgent wee, i didn't want to walk all the way to the portaloos as it was cold and i was hung over. I was the only one in the car as my 2 other mates ( Ian being one of them ) were in the tent.Thinking discretion was the key, I poured Ian's bottle out , filled it with wee ( trying to stop my increasing giggling ) , poured that away , flushed the bottle with some water from my bottle then re filled it. Job done. When Ian cleaned his teeth that morning, we heard a thunderous " URGH !" and he proclaimed loudly that we have to be carefull with our water being in the car 'cause it goes off quickly - his tasted " like piss "....... he still doesn't know.
poo story
another festival, i managed to train my bowels to open when the headliner was playing so you never had to que - the downside being the toilets were only emptied 1st thing of the day - come the end, they were full to over flowing with everything and i mean everything. I went into a pitch black portaloo and hovered over the pan trying not to touch any debris down there and aimed best i drunkenly could, did the business only to notice i'd layed a turd on the seat . My mates were getting impatient by this time so i finished off and got out of there leaving the evidence in situ. I forgot to warn the crusty who went in after me , who let out a loud ' for fucks sake ' about 2 seconds later. ;D
A huge part of the festival experience are the toilets right ? Our 1st Reading was 1990 ( i think ). We got there late Thursday evening in a car loaded with tent only to find all the campsites near to the arena were full so we had to park in what seemed like a turnip field miles from the action. Come the 5am urgent wee, i didn't want to walk all the way to the portaloos as it was cold and i was hung over. I was the only one in the car as my 2 other mates ( Ian being one of them ) were in the tent.Thinking discretion was the key, I poured Ian's bottle out , filled it with wee ( trying to stop my increasing giggling ) , poured that away , flushed the bottle with some water from my bottle then re filled it. Job done. When Ian cleaned his teeth that morning, we heard a thunderous " URGH !" and he proclaimed loudly that we have to be carefull with our water being in the car 'cause it goes off quickly - his tasted " like piss "....... he still doesn't know.
poo story
another festival, i managed to train my bowels to open when the headliner was playing so you never had to que - the downside being the toilets were only emptied 1st thing of the day - come the end, they were full to over flowing with everything and i mean everything. I went into a pitch black portaloo and hovered over the pan trying not to touch any debris down there and aimed best i drunkenly could, did the business only to notice i'd layed a turd on the seat . My mates were getting impatient by this time so i finished off and got out of there leaving the evidence in situ. I forgot to warn the crusty who went in after me , who let out a loud ' for fucks sake ' about 2 seconds later. ;D
