Where the grumpy started
Since we're taking an enforced detour down memory lane today, here is a photo courtesy of The Very Understanding Girlfriend of Unkie Dave at Glastonbury 1998, back in the days when he was still just "Dave", having yet to earn the right to use the "Unkie" moniker of longevity. As you can see from the photo this was just before it got really muddy. I was already down to my last remaining clean clothes but had not yet been forced to buy an emergency pair of Bolivian goat-herding trousers two sizes too small for decency from Joe Bananas due to the near disintegration of all other items of my clothing from the after effects of the toxic sludge in which we camped.
Good times, good times.
posted by Unkie Dave @ 5:56 PM
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4 Comments:
i found a maggot in the pocket of my jacket that year.
I think finding myself in a port-a-loo that was being rocked back and forth by laughing people outside was my breaking point. Possibly one of the least pleasant festival experiences of my life, and I've had quite a few unpleasant festival experiences.
Wow you can pin point it to the day? I had always assumed it was a virus your mother contracted whilst pregnant with you.
Fuck the date lads, its the amazing goatherder pants!!!!!!!!!
I have a picture which is just a close up of those pants you know!
xxx
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