Went to Reading over the weekend, have a few stories to share but i'll start with this one.
The toilets at Reading as some of you might know are bloody awful - imagine a cargo container with the sides welded up and the top cut off, then some cubicals placed on top with an open hole and a toilet seat, then you pretty much have a Reading Festival bog.
The toilets are cleaned early every morning so if you head down about 7am for your morning poo the contents of the cargo container no longer remain, you're greeted with nice bue toilet duck smelling water. However, if you get to the toilets around 3pm you're in for a shocker. Poo pretty much everywhere and don't even think about looking down the hole, let's just say it doesn't take long to 'pile up'.
So yeah, it's 3pm and I'm fairly pissed walking towards the main arena to see a couple of bands play and I'm dying for a piss, as we're pretty near the main arena I thought it would be best to not piss against the fence and instead use the toilets. So yeah, just having a piss looking forward (don't look down the hole tubbeh) and I hear a loud slashing noise, so yeah I look down. Only to see the person in the cublical opposite me pretty much going through the eye of the needle, either that or they work in the Porn Industry... sick just explodes from my stomach going all over the back of the cubical, seat, floor and also manage to piss on myself. Suddenly, rumble, rumble 'Hello Beer shits' I quickly hover of the bog to get rid of this demon, still puking in the process pretty much all over my pulled down jeans and boxers. No toilet roll so use my sock to wipe.
I'll never forget my friends faces when I come out, covered in sick, grey as a sheet and missing sock. "Ummm Tubb what happened?"...
Edited by tubbeh on 31/08/11 12:40pm