This is Rich

This is Rich's story.

so there i was at glastonbury 2003; stone circle was full of festival love and we had just arrived to offer our hearts and minds to the beat of the drums.......had been drinking for a few hours at this point - if i told you i knew what i'd be lying, but some local cider seems likely - and jake, charlie, greg, anna and i were all happily dipping into the bag of drugs marked "do not open until glastonbury." rather high, i decided i needed to piss, so ran off to find a suitable spot. it's definately against the rules not to use one of the 10,000 port-a-loos provided, but at this stage of the game, it just wasn't happening. standing against the fencing, i noticed a sign above me with a large stick man doing just as i was, with the following words underneath: "please don't pollute the area." i realise now that getting so excited about a sign with a picture of a guy peeing is really not that special, but trust me. right then i had to have it. so i ran as fast as i could to the tent, grabbed a knife and made my way back to the sign. it was held by a thick plastic bond, and it took a while to get even a little bit through it. slicing as hard as i could, in classic "blade towards face motion" the bond finally broke and the knife continued straight down into my forehead. bleeding everywhere but delighted with my trophy i ran back to afore mentioned friends who couldn't begin to understand why i cared about the sign in the first place. anna cleaned up the gash with the first aid kit i thought one of my stupid friends would end up needing, and back to the festival we went......

And later:

Svea:
Right then, thanks for telling your story. One more thing: what's it like to have that scar? How do people react to it?

Rich:
it's amazing having the scar.

everybody wants to fuck me because i cut myself in the face.

i wish the above were true.



This is Rich's leg scar.






He cut his leg while running in a field. His friend was chasing him.