Give It A Name, 2007
Mere months before the indoor smoking ban was brought about. Sob, sniff.

Clearly the shit emo lineup, abundance of witless 12-16 year olds and non-camping indoor venue (Earls Court) needed a bit of herbal excitement, so I decided to pre-roll on my mate's hotel room floor. When we got there, a massive, intimidating rasta-ish security guard insisted on searching all our bags and pockets, even confiscating my sodding bouncy ball for fuck's sake! Oh god, silly me, it could have someone's eye out.
But what he did next made it all better... he opened my glasses case, saw the fruits of my efforts, tipped a wink and put it back in my bag.

Thank you, sir.
(jothemofo, Mon 8 Jun 2009, 20:17, 2 replies)

Excellent :)
Nice dude, I guess they don't really care as long as it's not gonna make you violent
(Meatfish BAH, Mon 8 Jun 2009, 20:31, closed)

As Meatfish says, and to quote the great Bill Hicks...
"I have never seen two people on pot get in a fight because it is fucking IMPOSSIBLE. "Hey, buddy!" "Hey, what?" "Ummmmmmm...." End of argument."
That security guy was a top bloke. My personal stashcase is one of those grey plastic nurofen extra cases - just the right size for a king size rizla :)
(berk, Tue 9 Jun 2009, 13:32, closed)