It involves:
- A charity gig.
- A bathroom in a pub.
- Me.
- A non-English-speaking black dude.
- Soap.
So one of the three cubicles were sectioned off mid-way through the gig. Why? One "worker" had been selling aftershave in there. Okay, yer a twat, we'll live. It doesn't stop there, though. After I confidently exit a cubicle, after fumbling around, being absolutely shit-faced, this man stops me and reminds me to wash my hands. Okay, cheers bud. He proceeds to launch scooshy-soap in my hand. Again, cheers bud. He then gives me paper towels, because the bloody hand-dryers were broken. Aw that's great, cheers.
As I'm on my way out the door, he stops me from leaving. Being the only person there, I believed that my anal virginity was compromised before I had a choice. When he held out a money-dish, I wasn't exactly thinking anything else, either.
Turns out, the guy was seeking tips. Christ knows who he was, but none of the rest of the "workers" seemed to know that he was there. He had a venue t-shirt on but that was about it.
So aye, I'm not the only one. Everyone was almost raped. One of them actually suffered an aftershave attack on his pubic hair when he was at a urinal. What a way to sell your stuff, eh?
As I found out from the bassist in the band, screaming FUCK OFF at a few hundred decibels worked effectively.
- A charity gig.
- A bathroom in a pub.
- Me.
- A non-English-speaking black dude.
- Soap.
So one of the three cubicles were sectioned off mid-way through the gig. Why? One "worker" had been selling aftershave in there. Okay, yer a twat, we'll live. It doesn't stop there, though. After I confidently exit a cubicle, after fumbling around, being absolutely shit-faced, this man stops me and reminds me to wash my hands. Okay, cheers bud. He proceeds to launch scooshy-soap in my hand. Again, cheers bud. He then gives me paper towels, because the bloody hand-dryers were broken. Aw that's great, cheers.
As I'm on my way out the door, he stops me from leaving. Being the only person there, I believed that my anal virginity was compromised before I had a choice. When he held out a money-dish, I wasn't exactly thinking anything else, either.
Turns out, the guy was seeking tips. Christ knows who he was, but none of the rest of the "workers" seemed to know that he was there. He had a venue t-shirt on but that was about it.
So aye, I'm not the only one. Everyone was almost raped. One of them actually suffered an aftershave attack on his pubic hair when he was at a urinal. What a way to sell your stuff, eh?
As I found out from the bassist in the band, screaming FUCK OFF at a few hundred decibels worked effectively.
I wasn't watching them or anything! when they left, I went over and saw a binder and I attempted to steal it. I thought they were doing pot, but soon discovered they were smoking something other than drugs...if you catch my drift...