Growan
Well-Known Member
Thanks to Uncle Buck's winter thread these worthless longhairs have been flagged up in my conciseness, so I feel it's time to lay down some thruths about these pompous rock lovers.
In fact, fuck the truths, I'll just rant a bit.
There's these big old rocks in the south west of England. Some sort of a Henge apparently. These giant pebbles used to be a top place the the New Age Travellers to congregate and get fully fucked up in a free frestival sort of way, until the combined evil forces of Thatcher's Nazi Pig Army and The Druid's Self Important Hippy Clan fucked it up, independently of each other, but with the same end result. Tossers.
Anyway, hundreds of people used to get together there, and drink and take good drugs on the Solstice. On one of these hallowed occasions, I saw this guy
(He's the head druid) poncing around and talking loudly and pointing his stick at things.
I asked him if he was in charge of the litter picking crew, cos for a holy site it didn't half look like a fucking shit tip. He looked at me as if to say 'I'm better than you, wiser than you, and you are scum.'
So I threw my empty beer can an his head. Special Brew can make you somewhat belligerent, you know.
It strikes me now that the modern equivalent of this action would be something like going to Vatican City at Easter and slinging a used condom at the Pope.
Anyway. That's my little story about Druids.
That is all Thank you.
In fact, fuck the truths, I'll just rant a bit.
There's these big old rocks in the south west of England. Some sort of a Henge apparently. These giant pebbles used to be a top place the the New Age Travellers to congregate and get fully fucked up in a free frestival sort of way, until the combined evil forces of Thatcher's Nazi Pig Army and The Druid's Self Important Hippy Clan fucked it up, independently of each other, but with the same end result. Tossers.
Anyway, hundreds of people used to get together there, and drink and take good drugs on the Solstice. On one of these hallowed occasions, I saw this guy
(He's the head druid) poncing around and talking loudly and pointing his stick at things.
I asked him if he was in charge of the litter picking crew, cos for a holy site it didn't half look like a fucking shit tip. He looked at me as if to say 'I'm better than you, wiser than you, and you are scum.'
So I threw my empty beer can an his head. Special Brew can make you somewhat belligerent, you know.
It strikes me now that the modern equivalent of this action would be something like going to Vatican City at Easter and slinging a used condom at the Pope.
Anyway. That's my little story about Druids.
That is all Thank you.
