On the phone. Late night.
"Come to Glastonbury with me Spatch. Go on, it will be fun!"
"What? Spend two hundred quid to spend the weekend in an open air refugee camp, shitting in a bin bag and standing a mile away from whatever capricious Radio 1 DJs happen to say is flavour of the week? Could we do something slightly more fun? Perhaps volunteer for experimental rectal surgery?"
"There will be tonnes of polite, middle class girls with names like Charlotte, Natalie and Sophie. Who are likely to be quite uninhibited."
"Do you think a two person tent will do or shall we have a three person? We will need a camping stove, a backpack..."
Men. So easy to manipulate.
The Cabin In The Woods
3 weeks ago
1 comments:
More valid if I actually thought you would at some point stop procrastinating, get your act together and actually were in danger of getting some tickets.
As it stands I reckon I will be watching the concert from the comfort of my sofa courtesy of BBC1.
Women. So easy to appease.
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