I just can't imagine going to the shit-heaps I attended in my youth, especially now I've lost the piss-against-the fence equipment. keep to the Fen Causeway
It all depends how I feel after I've made all the trips from the car park to where my pitch will be. usually at that point food, beer, catching up with friends (we only meet at WOMAD these days so lot's of chat) and meeting the new little 'uns takes precedence. keep to the Fen Causeway
Alright. alright, I'm exaggerating slightly. But the fact is that Finns pay good money to go and live in their spartan weekend cottages with a PuuCee out the back. A PuuCee is a wooden shed with a bench and a hole in it, and a big bucket underneath. There's usually a smaller bucket containing moss, wood chips or sand that you throw on the pile when you are finished, to control odour. It gets emptied at the end of the summer . which is no job to do with a hangover, I can assure you.
On the whole (pun) the PuuCee offers communion with nature and the chance to meditate. 7 year old magazines and comic books are available for the crapping reader and it's OK to smoke.
I once used one that was installed in half a wooden boat on end. It was like a little chapel. I've also used one designed minimally by one of Finland's leading architects. At old country schools there used to be long sheds with benches and maybe 10 holes. Yes, it was a group activity. You can't be me, I'm taken
