Glastonbury is gonna get a lot of mentions methinks
Two favourites from my Glastonbury past. Both, bizarrely, in dry years too, so not so much mud around, but still plenty of other brown gunge. Must have been a while ago as it was before I discovered the joy of the green-slam-door-long-drop-no-more-pyramids-of-poo-but-you-might-see-the-odd-rat-if-you-look-in-the-trough toilets.

Story number one... Brother's long ago ex girlfriend (and a right old boiler she was, though she thought herself a delicate flower) was spotted entering a portaloo with a lit incense stick to ease the olfactory pain. I hoped for a big shitey explosion but there was none :(

Story number two... long ago ex boyfriends brother was a bit of a chavster, but one with some cash. He had (and may still have) a very expensive watch. Why he took it off in the portaloo I will never know. Needless to say, it went it's slippery way down over the mounds of other people's, ahem, waste. And it was near the greenfields so there had been a whole lot of bean and lentil activity too. He was traumatised, but managed to scoop it back out... i don't know if he ever managed to make it clean enough to wear again. I suspect scrubbing enough to induce OCD wouldn't have persuaded me to wear it..
(ancrenne met a soppy dog instead of an armoured bear, Fri 2 Sep 2005, 12:17, closed)