This is a picture of Steve. Steve went to Glastonbury in the summer of 1998, twas a muddy year that year. Steve had gone for a bit of extra comfort that year and stayed in a camper van with his girlfriend and some of his close friends.
The festival was quite a messy and muddy one that year and with the festival site being a little testing to travel around, Steve and his friends stayed around the camper van. Glastonbury can often be an experience of excess for many party goers and for Steve and his friends this year was no exception, to the contrary actually, for this would be a festival of a certain excess and a festival our Steve would never forget.
After a messy couple of days of partying where little sleep had been acquired, Steve decided to leave the camper van to go to the toilet. It's easy to lose track of time at a festival, especially Glastonbury. After a while, Steve's girlfriend became concerned. 7 hours had passed and Steve had yet to return. "Where can he be?" she asked. "He's been gone for 7 hours" she said, and decided to go and look for him.
After searching the portaloo's, there was still no sign of Steve. His girlfriend went back to the camper van to alert his friends of his disappearance. Worry began to set in amongst the group. One of his friends suggested that they give him another hour before they all go in search for the missing Steve.
The hour passed and there was still no sign of Steve. His friends set out to look for him, one of his friends arrived at the portaloo's and shouted out "Steve, Steve!" and again "Steve, Steve!" He then heard a reply "I'm in here, it's me Steve, I'm here." His friend replied "Steve, please come out, please Steve, you've been in there for 8 hours, what's wrong with you? please come out, everyone is worried sick about you!" to that reply Steve opened the door of the portaloo....nothing could prepare his friend for what he was about to see.
Steve had been in the toilet for 8 hours trying to go. In his excessive state, he had lost all concept of time. Steve had been straining "to go" for so long he had blown a hole in his oseophogus. As a result of this, Steve's head had quite literally filled with air and doubled in its size. When he finally immerged from the toilet his friend could not quite believe his eyes. As a result, Steve was rushed to Bath Hospital where he then spent the next 7 days recovering.
Below is a picture of our Steve shortly after he left the toilet. Also here is a picture of Steve recovering and being visited by his friends.
OMG!!
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