Is this just a Mudcat thing. I have just heard that Cobble did it on the boat to the German gathering. By some strange coincidence I had a similar incident at the Moor and Coast festival in Whitby this weekend.
Pisture this!!(sit down first) It is 4am Saturday morning and my brain tells my body I need the toilet.It did not however inform me to wake up, only to leave my bed and walk. We were in the caravan at the time which has its own toilet on the left. On the right is the outside door. (you're there before me I can tell!!) I opened the door and stepped out and then like Wiley Cayote I dropped like a stone (well quite a lot of stones actually) and awoke (naked) to find my face pressed against cold concrete not 25 yards from the food tent that until 20 minutes earlier had still been full of late night revellers but to my endless releif was now empty so noone witnessed my disgrace. I am now black and blue all over. Geoff heard the thud but thought it wss Maddie falling out of her bunk he looked down the van but there was noone there (NO Geoff I was OUTSIDE) so he went back to sleep! Other than that it was a brilliant weekend and I even sang Bill Sables song Whitby Fisherman for the first time in Whitby!