Glastonbury – Get in!!
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well it ain't that exciting. I went to do some work for a bunch of ex-squady chav scousers who were doing the security for Glasto in the hope that we'd get to get into the festival gratis. Got down there and the wankers, highly unprofessional idiots that they were, were like, no no, none of you can go into the festival when you’re off duty, we don’t wanna risk our contract bla bla. So well basically we quit, cos it was a pile of pants. Half my mates got a lift home and me and my other mate were stranded with very little cash in the middle of fucking glasto. So we were gonna walk to the coach station but then my mate, cos he’s a giant tit, walks up to the car of the dodgiest toothless crack-head and asks for a lift to the coach station. Who then drives us, and then is like, “it’s ok, I’ll drive you all the way to London if you want” we was like “eh? Now why would he do that?” Well we’re driving down the motorway and the fucker is staring at me, like really staring at me, grinning, snickering, not even watching the road, almost crashes the car twice. Starts telling us he comes to Glastonbury every year to sell pills and that innit. So I’m like woteva. But he wont stop staring at me! Of course I’m in the front seat. It was then that I noticed his shorts had a hole in it, out of which was protruding his pink penis. Which he was stroking gently whilst learing at me. I tried to make a signal to my “friend” in the back seat, who was happily oblivious looking out the window. And then he snickered and started wanking with quite some gusto. And I thought, fuck, on the motorway, in the middle of nowhere, this man, London 2-3hours away. Fuck. Luckily he spotted a Service station, lastseconddotcom, at which point he quite wrecklessly swung his car into the car park and went to the shop to get some whatever. And I said, “thank you, we’ll be fine from here” and mate was like “what? Why? He can take us to London”. I was like “NO, get your stuff, we’re fine here”. And yeah, so ended up getting a taxi to Bristol and then a coach from there to the sanctuary of Londinium to sleep on my mates sofa. Before returning home to Leeds. And that fucker, my “mate” still owes me £60 from bailing his ass outta there