First Glastonbury festival
1998, I think - the worst rainfall on record. The portaloos were as grim as you like, with the added bonus that the shit-pits had filled up with rainwater, overflowed, and started to infect everything within a 100 metre radius.

My friend came up with a unique solution to the lack of sanitary bogitude. Under cover of darkness, he stole a chair from outside a burger van, kicked out the seat, hung a plastic bag over the frame, and proceeded to drop a p-bomb. Note that this was in full view of every other tent in the field.

Thinking myself clever, I questioned what exactly could be done to dispose of his noxious bag of shit. Said mate looked at me for a blank moment, then, whirling it above his head like a grim slingshot, cast it as far across the field as he could. We heard the distant smack of it hitting tarpaulin, and a cry of 'FUCK!'.

We hid.
( the_other_jeff_lebowski Croutons on my tits, Thu 27 Mar 2008, 16:56, 1 reply)

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Wrong but brilliant.
(Big D, Thu 27 Mar 2008, 23:09, closed)