...were going doooooooowwwwwwwn in a blaze of glory... (560 hits)
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Submitted by Hobbs <esquire_hobbs.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2005-03-17 08:09:22 EST
Before I start I'd just like to apologise to everyone that read my last post.
The spelling was shit and I did not spell check. You should not have to put up with crap like that.
I hope you can forgive me and thanks to all those that read and rated the post, good or bad.
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Today I'd like to tell you one of many rock n' roll story's I have accumulated over the past few years of my life.
This particular tale takes place at Reading Festival 2004 (as in 'red-ing' not 'reading' if you follow me?).
Reading Festival (if you don't already know) is a badass three day long rock concert, I guess its the British Wood Stock (but better, haha).
Im sure there are some people out there who disagree with me, but this is my story so shut up.
Headlining the three days were bands such as The Darkness (the main reason I was there, put on a fucking kick ass show), The Offspring, Greenday,
The Hives, 50cent (25p, give or take, whatever, he was shit and booed off within minutes, I threw a hand full of mud but missed, blast!) and many more
not to mention the other smaller stages scattered about.
As per usual, me and about 14 friends decided we would get a full weekend ticket and camp over. As big as the field that we camp in is,
if you don't get there early, you will be setting your tent up about 8 miles away from the main stage. Because of this and because I'm so
wise we set off on Wednesday morning with the intention of getting there at about 2pm at latest.
We finally got to Reading train station around 1pm with no major incidents, well if you don't count me getting my head stuck in the window while
the train is at full speed. It seemed like a good idea at the time, like a dog in an open top car on the motorway, although I don't think the dog was
as worried about getting his head taken off by a pylon thing as I was.
After getting off the train, the only thing left to do was walk to the venue and rock hard for five days straight.
I'v never really been 'around' Reading before, the only part of it I see is the route to the festival and thats all basically shops and not so interesting looking
pubs, but this time 'round someone corked up and suggested we take a different route.
So we did.
This slight detour didn't take much longer than if we were to stay on the usual track and it took us along side a lovely lake.
If the rest of Reading is anything like this I may come back to just mince about.
Anyway, we got to the gates, and pretty much walked straight in, we set up camp about a 10 minute walk from the entrance to the main stage.
All was well. tents up, beer in hand, asses on deck chairs, sharing stories of years gone by.
Before we knew it, it started to get dark so me and Dean grabbed one of the big oil drum looking bins, loaded it up with some wood (that we brought
with us, as well as some wood chippings you get free). The wood and chippings were a bit damp and just refused to light, after going through about four
newspapers I went and bought eight bottles of meths (only £1.50 for .5 liter bottle). I poured five bottles on the soon to be camp fire and left
it for 15 minutes (so the wood and chippings would soak it up, like I say, I'm a wise man).
15 minutes had passed and it was time to kick it off, I advised my dear chums to stand the fuck back as this could be dangerous, as I grabbed a lighter
Dean told me he was gonna pour another bottle on and (AND!) open a bottle and rest it at the bottom of the barrel.
Fair enough.
This was gonna be awesome!
I lit a rolled up sheet of newspaper and edged towards the barrel, Dean was by my side with a video camera to get a shot of what happened just before
the explosion that was gonna take out a good percentage of Reading.
I was about a foot away when Keely shouts STOP! WAIT!
Me: Fuck, what?
Keely: This ought to do it
She pushes past me and drops the last bottle in.
Me, singing: were going doooooooowwwwwwwn in a blaze of glory
Keely: Shut up.
Keely backs off leaving me and Dean, inching closer and closer, we look at each other, 'ready?' I say, 'fire in the disco, baby'...
STOP!!!11!!!1!!1ONE!!!! (yes with the 1's as well)
Me: Shit man, do you want me to die?
I back off as Joe comes up from behind with a two liter can of pertol he 'borrowed' for some people a few tents away.
It was only half filled and pours it all in.
Me: Ok, cool, before I light this baby anyone else wanna add something?
Me: Good, Dean lets get it on.
Again I light a pice of paper and with Dean, shimmy closer to the barrel.
We kneel down a bit, he holds the camera up above his head and points it at the death trap, I raise my hand with the burning paper.
Me: Five
Dean: Four
Me: Three
Dean: Two
Me: One
As I drop the paper into the bin we both cring...
BOOM
The fire ball was huge, wood chipping flew into the air, smoke every where, it was like a volcano with out the acid rain and lava.
I was so caught up in the moment I failed to realise Dean was running around like a headless chicken screaming and waving his arm (or wing?)
around, it was on fire!
The poor blokes arm was on fire!
Me: shit, shit, shit
Dean: fuck, burn, im burning, help, fuck, shit, im on fire
I grab a bottle of lemonade, chased him and threw it all over him, alot of it missed his arm, but enough hit it to put the flame out.
Me and some other friends ran him too the on site first aid booth (as you may have read in my last post, he wouldn't have gotten far with
my kind of first aid treatment) where they put some cream and a bandage on him, he was good to go with in half an hour.
I also got burned, but not as bad, just some singed arm hair and redness , where as Dean was wearing a jumper and wanted to
document this so bad that he kept his hand up.
Tit.
Later on, after the fire had pretty much gone out, we found the camera.
At the bottom of the barrel.
Melted.
Blast.
The rest of the weekend was pretty good.
-Hobbs
User Reviews
Submitted by FartSmeller (user info) at 2005-05-09 12:01:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
WAAANNTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED
DEAD OR ALIIIIIIIIIIIIVE
Submitted by hobbs (user info) at 2005-05-09 11:47:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2005-05-09 07:26:24 (#)
Ranking: 2
I was convinced I had rated this post.
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S'ok, I wont hold it against you ;)
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2005-05-09 07:26:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I was convinced I had rated this post.
Submitted by hobbs (user info) at 2005-03-17 11:30:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by AwesomeJohnson (user info) at 2005-03-17 11:18:47 (#)
Ranking: 2
that's pretty metal. nice work.
Submitted by Pentameter (user info) at 2005-03-17 11:14:23 (#)
Ranking: 2
This was really good.
Plus, you like The Darkness. They melt my face.
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Cheers, I think there was something wrong ya know, the post sat there for hours, no hits
so i looked at it from another computer and it had dissipeared so i re submitted it here http://www.ubersite.com/m/62122 (link whore) :s
Thanks
-Hobbs
Submitted by AwesomeJohnson (user info) at 2005-03-17 11:18:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
that's pretty metal. nice work.
Submitted by Pentameter (user info) at 2005-03-17 11:14:23 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This was really good.
Plus, you like The Darkness. They melt my face.
Submitted by hobbs (user info) at 2005-03-17 11:10:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Since no one else will.