Somehow we'd ended up at a rave in some field.
I took a wander around; DJ in a barn filled with people, people milling about.

I'd been drinking snakebite & blacks for a few hours, and I'm pretty sure whiskey had been involved somewhere along the line. I had no idea where my compatriots were, where I was, or, really, what was going on, so all seemed in order.

I sat down and rolled myself a little spliff, but the hippies didn't like this and started kicking me.

WTF?! Jesus Christ it's not like I've done anything, fucking kicking me in guts fuck man what did I do to you?! They left me alone for a bit, but then someone else had a go, someone had a (pathetic) go at my head, and then some fucker - get this - drove over with his fucking 4x4, shining his headlights at me and honking his horn repeatedly at me, until some wanker grabbed my hands and hauled me over to his bloody car, and bundled me in.

Apparently I'd passed out right across the field gate, and, clothed entirely in black wasn't really so obvious to people, until my mates had found me and bundled me into their metro for delivery back to my friend's gaff, at which I proceeded to chunder all over his front garden.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 18 Feb 2013, 12:26, 3 replies)

whenever I went to raves in fields
I wore stuff other than black. Probably could have seen me from space ;)
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Mon 18 Feb 2013, 12:32, closed)

Fuck
It's a wonder you didn't get run over.
( Ken Oath, Mon 18 Feb 2013, 12:36, closed)

I truly think I was. Just getting kicked from all the people tripping over me was bad enough.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 18 Feb 2013, 12:41, closed)