Post by Shadrak on Jul 7, 2003 8:44:53 GMT -5
A friend in the UK sent me this. I was amused and thought I would share...
Why I decided not to go to Glastonbury...
Just because you didn't get tickets to the main event, doesn't mean you have
to miss out on all the fun. Follow the handy tips below, and with the help
of a very obliging friend, you can be well on your way to recreating the
Glastonbury experience in the comfort of your own home....
Duck out of work early on a thursday, and then go and sit in your
car for seven hours. Don't go anywhere, just sit there. If you have heating,
even better: whack it up to full.
When it gets dark and you're nice and sweaty, go around to the back
of your house and enter by vaulting over a hedge/climbing in the
windows/shimmying up the drainpipe. This will be your method of entry and
exit to the house for the next four days.
Arrange in advance to have a friend distribute your furniture,
possessions and various random bits of taut string around the house in your
absence. Also, tell them to remove all your lightbulbs. Upon entering your
home, stumble around blindly for an hour or so before you find your bed.
Insert four or five large rocks under your mattress.
Take an aspirin.
Wait for nothing to happen.
Go to bed.
Arrange for a friend to wake you up by pissing on your duvet.
Eat a mars bar for breakfast.
Go and stand outside your toilet for an hour and a half.
Use toilet (not paper).
Arrange for your friend to stand at the bottom of the garden holding
up a CD jewel case of a band you aren't really that keen on.
For true authenticity, arrange for another friend to stand directly
in front of you and shout.
Put the radio on very quietly. Keep this up for six or seven hours.
Queue up beside your kitchen cupboard for two hours.
Pay £4.50 for an authentic Thai meal (pot noodle in a bag)
Take an aspirin.
Wait for nothing to happen.
Arrange for your friend to accost you naked on the stairs and jabber
wildly at you for an hour.
Stand outside your toilet for an hour.
Give up, go into the garden and pee under a bush.
Repeat steps 12-14.
Throw £15 into your neighbour's garden. Roll up some bay leaves and
sage in a rizla. Light. Choke. Repeat.
Take an aspirin.
Wait for nothing to happen.
Go to bed.
Discover that someone (possibly your obliging friend) has pissed on
your bed.
Sleep fitfully while your friend plays bongos two feet from your
head and shouts "Oi-OI!" every ten minutes.
Repeat steps 8-15
Pay £8.20 for an authentic organic Mexican Veggie burger (8 Linda
McCartney Spicy Beanburgers, 99p from Tesco)
Take an aspirin
Wait for nothing to happen.
Become amazed when you actually do start to feel a tingle in your
toes.
Find a puddle.
Dance in it for twelve minutes, even though you can't hear any music
from where you are.
Find a bush.
Throw up in it.
Repeat steps 19-23.
Watch your friend (or other random person) to twirl fire balls while
wearing a silly jester's hat and no shirt.
Say "wow"
Repeat any of the above steps.
Go to bed.
Discover that someone (probably you) has thrown up on your bed.
Sleep fitfully while your friend throws buckets of water at you,
shouting "Glastonbuuuuuuuuuury!" every five minutes.
Repeat steps 8-15.
Pay £9.40 for a plate of chips.
Repeat steps 16-24.
Go to bed.
Discover that someone (probably your friend) has stolen your bed,
your clothes, and, in fact, everything you own.
Climb down the drainpipe and over the fence, and sleep in your car.
Wake up uncomfortably and then sit in your car for nine hours, with
the heater on full blast.
Go directly to work.
See? Nothing to it! The authentic festival experience in the (dis)comfort of
your own home. Who needs Radiohead anyway?
Why I decided not to go to Glastonbury...
Just because you didn't get tickets to the main event, doesn't mean you have
to miss out on all the fun. Follow the handy tips below, and with the help
of a very obliging friend, you can be well on your way to recreating the
Glastonbury experience in the comfort of your own home....
Duck out of work early on a thursday, and then go and sit in your
car for seven hours. Don't go anywhere, just sit there. If you have heating,
even better: whack it up to full.
When it gets dark and you're nice and sweaty, go around to the back
of your house and enter by vaulting over a hedge/climbing in the
windows/shimmying up the drainpipe. This will be your method of entry and
exit to the house for the next four days.
Arrange in advance to have a friend distribute your furniture,
possessions and various random bits of taut string around the house in your
absence. Also, tell them to remove all your lightbulbs. Upon entering your
home, stumble around blindly for an hour or so before you find your bed.
Insert four or five large rocks under your mattress.
Take an aspirin.
Wait for nothing to happen.
Go to bed.
Arrange for a friend to wake you up by pissing on your duvet.
Eat a mars bar for breakfast.
Go and stand outside your toilet for an hour and a half.
Use toilet (not paper).
Arrange for your friend to stand at the bottom of the garden holding
up a CD jewel case of a band you aren't really that keen on.
For true authenticity, arrange for another friend to stand directly
in front of you and shout.
Put the radio on very quietly. Keep this up for six or seven hours.
Queue up beside your kitchen cupboard for two hours.
Pay £4.50 for an authentic Thai meal (pot noodle in a bag)
Take an aspirin.
Wait for nothing to happen.
Arrange for your friend to accost you naked on the stairs and jabber
wildly at you for an hour.
Stand outside your toilet for an hour.
Give up, go into the garden and pee under a bush.
Repeat steps 12-14.
Throw £15 into your neighbour's garden. Roll up some bay leaves and
sage in a rizla. Light. Choke. Repeat.
Take an aspirin.
Wait for nothing to happen.
Go to bed.
Discover that someone (possibly your obliging friend) has pissed on
your bed.
Sleep fitfully while your friend plays bongos two feet from your
head and shouts "Oi-OI!" every ten minutes.
Repeat steps 8-15
Pay £8.20 for an authentic organic Mexican Veggie burger (8 Linda
McCartney Spicy Beanburgers, 99p from Tesco)
Take an aspirin
Wait for nothing to happen.
Become amazed when you actually do start to feel a tingle in your
toes.
Find a puddle.
Dance in it for twelve minutes, even though you can't hear any music
from where you are.
Find a bush.
Throw up in it.
Repeat steps 19-23.
Watch your friend (or other random person) to twirl fire balls while
wearing a silly jester's hat and no shirt.
Say "wow"
Repeat any of the above steps.
Go to bed.
Discover that someone (probably you) has thrown up on your bed.
Sleep fitfully while your friend throws buckets of water at you,
shouting "Glastonbuuuuuuuuuury!" every five minutes.
Repeat steps 8-15.
Pay £9.40 for a plate of chips.
Repeat steps 16-24.
Go to bed.
Discover that someone (probably your friend) has stolen your bed,
your clothes, and, in fact, everything you own.
Climb down the drainpipe and over the fence, and sleep in your car.
Wake up uncomfortably and then sit in your car for nine hours, with
the heater on full blast.
Go directly to work.
See? Nothing to it! The authentic festival experience in the (dis)comfort of
your own home. Who needs Radiohead anyway?
