Glasto goats milk
Years ago at a very, very wet Glasto ('85)the only way to cope was to take shitloads of acid. In said state (at least 4 tabs each) me, hubby-to-be & 2 mates were sat in this veggie tea tent chillin' with a cuppa - like ya do!

There was a bunch of wanna-be hippy chicks (straight out of Chelt'nam Ladies) who were partaking of the veggie salad lovingly prepared by the people running the tent. They were awf'ly awf'ly if you know what I mean & kept banging on about who had the 'beccy' (we then sussed it was the Old Holborn they were taking about!). Anyway, one of them realised she had a tin of sardines in her tent which would supplement the salad rather nicely, so off she pops & returns with the sardines - so far so good. However, these rather posh young ladies had obviously never opened a tin of sardines in their lives (the butler did it!) & pulled off the key instead of turning it back - silly cows.
The palava that ensued to try & open the tin was phenomenal! Not one brain cell was in evidence, making a mockery of private education in the process! The four of us sat there completely off our tits fascinatedly watching this scenario unfold before us. By then we were drinking a pint of unpasteurised goats milk bought earlier, passing it between us etc, and rolling & smoking some rather tasty spliffs. Finally they opened the tin & shared out the sardines - phew. One of my mates then commented that our milk tasted funny ... to which, at the top of his voice so the whole tent could hear, my old man replied "Tastes like fucking sardines to me!". To which we just all completely collapsed in identical cackling & howling heaps (maybe you had to be there!!?)
I've never seen anyone finish their food so quick & fuck off before the mad muddy hippies in the corner stopped laughing - ace!!

And the moral of the story - just say yes, kids!

Also - I don't regret it!!
(norma stitz, Fri 16 Dec 2005, 16:19, Reply)