Snog.
Tuesday, 1 May 2007
Worst night ever.
This was the highlight: about 10pm, while checking the passes of a bunch of folk at the main doors, one of them says to me, "There's a couple down there snogging in your hut." Now, we have two pass-checking areas, as such - the one I just referred to, and a security hut down by the first set of gates which we typically frequent earlier on in the evening, moving up to the main doors when the onslaught of punters has died down a bit.
Anyway, I'm not having that, I thought, and went down to check it out. At first, I couldn't see anybody there, and figured it was a wind-up, but they'd buried themselves right down inside, and were going at it hammer and tong. Arms and hands everywhere, and by Christ they were using tongues, as well.
"Excuse me folks," I said, "You can't do that there. Can you move somewhere else please?"
And so they turned around, and they were only both in their fucking sixties.
"Sorry!" they said, and scurried off.
Nobody needs to see that.
Nobody.
posted by Sheamus @ 1:30 am
