First let me set the scene. it was glastonbury, my friend was sharing his tent with his girlfriend. He and I were knackered from our previous evening, not of drugs, but of cold from leaky boots, drenched coats, being indie-kids and getting lost.
That morning, i need a poo
Says i "do you have any bog roll i can borrow?"
"yes", says he "its in one of those bags here in my tent"
he rumages through carrier bags
"Maybe its this one...no...this ones a bag of shit"
"what," says me "like a bag with, like, shit in it?"
"yes" he replies
and there it was a bag with a poo in it from his dear lady friend, too tired to find the toilets the day before.
i really hope she doesn't read these boards
edit\ i have been informed by her (now ex) boyfriend that i should also mention that she is now a published writer of a series of books based on a long-running sci-fi series.