Originally Posted by
Jordi Culé
Once 1992.
Got talked into it on the Friday afternoon after one too many bottles of Michelob.
I went equipped with a bag of illegal substances and dough.
Crawled the fence (I was ****ed on acid), got into a row with a Wurzel (I was ****ed on E, so much for the love drug eh), had a liaison with some girl from Bristol, which caused the row with he Wurzel (perhaps there is something in E after all), wandered about aimlessly for two days, shit in a field, ruined a yellow Jacket and a pair of Adidas Montreal, came home on the Monday and received an absolute ****ing from my then employers (I was still ****ed when I went in on Tuesday).
Would I do it again?
I would love too but I think the wife wouldn’t be too pleased with the liaison.