Weeing + Large Crowds

[little_jim]

Start training your bladder now, as the saying goes once you pop you won't stop..! Try to hold out longer on the first time needing to go.

[Bisque]

the urinals in the pyramid field generally mean that you can still watch whoevers on whilst you empty your bladder

[Bugle]

Start training your bladder now, as the saying goes once you pop you won't stop..! Try to hold out longer on the first time needing to go.

Edited April 10, 2013 by Bugle

[pehaw]

Take an Oasis bottle or two with lids. Dispose of piss in toilets afterwards.

[James Bolivar]

I'm very much in the walk to the toilet and back again camp. Of course, if I were unlucky enough to find myself in front of the Rolling Stones I might not bother with the "and back again" or at least take the opportunity to have a crap while away. And, perhaps, read the paper.

Interesting story, from Ted Danson's Wig, about the micturating Welshmen - we're no more to be trusted than when I was a lad it seems; friends came back from Reading '79 with tales of braggadocio piss drinking that have put me off the festival ever since.

[Ed209]

You can get those things where to attach one end of a pipe to your knob and the other end runs to a bag that you strap to your thigh. Saw them on an advert in the states once. I have no idea what they're called or where you get them from, but means you'll never have to leave your spot. You can just piss away to your heart's content

[tommyds]

Wee in a cup, just try not to draw too much attention to yourself. You may a dirty look from the person next to you but, particularly at the barrier on the pyramid, you won't be alone.

That being said, count yourself lucky, I have IBS. This cannot be done in a cup.

True story. I am a massive Springsteen fan, huge, I was camped out at the front all day for him in 2009, I even got interviewed by that guy from newsround while I was waiting. Just after Spinal Tap I got the familiar feeling that I needed the toilet and would very seriously need the toilet within the next hour. This was unfortunate as I had been very careful about what I'd had to eat in order to avoid this situation but I figured that the crowd switch between Dizzee Rascal and Crosby Stills & Nash would be big enough for me to get back to pretty much the front, if not the barrier position I had. So I decided that I would just jump over the barrier, duck out the side, do my business and be back for CSN. This is where it all went wrong. Jumping the barrier in wellies is harder than it looks. I fell, hard, and I noticed that my watch had come off in the process. When I went to put my watch back on my wrist I noticed that my wrist was not in the shape that I was used to, in fact, my wrist had become so dislocated that it was sitting on top of my forearm. I was bundled into a 4x4 and rushed to the medical tent. A couple of x-rays later and I was told that I had not only dislocated my wrist but fractured it in a half dozen places. There wasn't much they could for me there so I would need to be sent in an ambulance to Bath, which was the on call hospital that day. Realising that I probably wouldn't make it back in time for The Boss, I made a decision that I still don't regret, I refused medical treatment (this may make it sound like I was stoically weighing the options, I was not, I was crying like a little girl. I honestly couldn't tell you whether this was down to the immense pain or because of the prospect of missing Springsteen). The doctor that was treating me told me this was incredibly stupid, he then got the consultant to tell me this was incredibly stupid, but I was not for turning. They couldn't reset my wrist so they put a cast on it as it was, which was pretty much a 'z' shape. They gave me 2 painkillers but couldn't sent me back out with any more for legal reasons. So I hung around the pyramid field eating nurofen all afternoon, saw The Boss from way way back in the crowd and went back to the medical tent after he'd finished. They then told me that they wouldn't be able to take me to hospital until the morning, so I'd have to sleep with a dislocated wrist and come back at 8. I didn't sleep much but I did meet up with my friends and asked them if, should I have to stay in hospital, they could gather up my stuff and stow it at their house until I could pick it up. So I got in an ambulance and went to Bath where they reset my wrist under anaesthetic then took another couple of x-rays and told me I probably need surgery when I got home so they'd booked me a consultation in Birmingham. I still went back to the festival for Sunday afternoon, my friends were glad I wasn't dead. I had surgery when I got home, I now have 5 pins and a metal plate in my wrist, and had to have a month off work in the bargain. I still don't regret my decision.

[Matt42]

Hope the bastard Welshmen who pissed down the back of our legs during Neil Young on Friday and then Bruce on Saturday in 2009 are reading this. Different Welshmen I might add.

So best advice I can give is don't stand in front of any Welsh blokes at the Pyramid.

[Ed209]

Wee in a cup, just try not to draw too much attention to yourself. You may a dirty look from the person next to you but, particularly at the barrier on the pyramid, you won't be alone.

That being said, count yourself lucky, I have IBS. This cannot be done in a cup.

True story. I am a massive Springsteen fan, huge, I was camped out at the front all day for him in 2009, I even got interviewed by that guy from newsround while I was waiting. Just after Spinal Tap I got the familiar feeling that I needed the toilet and would very seriously need the toilet within the next hour. This was unfortunate as I had been very careful about what I'd had to eat in order to avoid this situation but I figured that the crowd switch between Dizzee Rascal and Crosby Stills & Nash would be big enough for me to get back to pretty much the front, if not the barrier position I had. So I decided that I would just jump over the barrier, duck out the side, do my business and be back for CSN. This is where it all went wrong. Jumping the barrier in wellies is harder than it looks. I fell, hard, and I noticed that my watch had come off in the process. When I went to put my watch back on my wrist I noticed that my wrist was not in the shape that I was used to, in fact, my wrist had become so dislocated that it was sitting on top of my forearm. I was bundled into a 4x4 and rushed to the medical tent. A couple of x-rays later and I was told that I had not only dislocated my wrist but fractured it in a half dozen places. There wasn't much they could for me there so I would need to be sent in an ambulance to Bath, which was the on call hospital that day. Realising that I probably wouldn't make it back in time for The Boss, I made a decision that I still don't regret, I refused medical treatment (this may make it sound like I was stoically weighing the options, I was not, I was crying like a little girl. I honestly couldn't tell you whether this was down to the immense pain or because of the prospect of missing Springsteen). The doctor that was treating me told me this was incredibly stupid, he then got the consultant to tell me this was incredibly stupid, but I was not for turning. They couldn't reset my wrist so they put a cast on it as it was, which was pretty much a 'z' shape. They gave me 2 painkillers but couldn't sent me back out with any more for legal reasons. So I hung around the pyramid field eating nurofen all afternoon, saw The Boss from way way back in the crowd and went back to the medical tent after he'd finished. They then told me that they wouldn't be able to take me to hospital until the morning, so I'd have to sleep with a dislocated wrist and come back at 8. I didn't sleep much but I did meet up with my friends and asked them if, should I have to stay in hospital, they could gather up my stuff and stow it at their house until I could pick it up. So I got in an ambulance and went to Bath where they reset my wrist under anaesthetic then took another couple of x-rays and told me I probably need surgery when I got home so they'd booked me a consultation in Birmingham. I still went back to the festival for Sunday afternoon, my friends were glad I wasn't dead. I had surgery when I got home, I now have 5 pins and a metal plate in my wrist, and had to have a month off work in the bargain. I still don't regret my decision.

[Aragorn]

this thread feels Tommy-esque lol

[James Bolivar]

I really admire your commitment to the cause, total trooper. But as I can't stand the Boss, to me that's just fucking stupid.

[ukmountie]

This

http://www.wisegeek.org/what-is-a-condom-catheter.htm

and a hose to a bag if you're responsible, or just down your leg and out and ground level if you're not.

That said I used to use them in my dry suit while doing very long scuba dives. The hose was fitted to a valve that opened outside the suit. I didn't find they worked very well. I suspect if you're cut they may work better.

UK

[tommyds]

Completely agree. I really wish I loved anything, outside my family, that much - it must pay huge dividends in terms of your enjoyment of life. But Springsteen? FFS, Springsteen?

[eodsi]

Please note that this is the incorrect way to do it!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7i1FasaoCL0

[UEF]

Wee in a cup, just try not to draw too much attention to yourself. You may a dirty look from the person next to you but, particularly at the barrier on the pyramid, you won't be alone.

That being said, count yourself lucky, I have IBS. This cannot be done in a cup.

True story. I am a massive Springsteen fan, huge, I was camped out at the front all day for him in 2009, I even got interviewed by that guy from newsround while I was waiting. Just after Spinal Tap I got the familiar feeling that I needed the toilet and would very seriously need the toilet within the next hour. This was unfortunate as I had been very careful about what I'd had to eat in order to avoid this situation but I figured that the crowd switch between Dizzee Rascal and Crosby Stills & Nash would be big enough for me to get back to pretty much the front, if not the barrier position I had. So I decided that I would just jump over the barrier, duck out the side, do my business and be back for CSN. This is where it all went wrong. Jumping the barrier in wellies is harder than it looks. I fell, hard, and I noticed that my watch had come off in the process. When I went to put my watch back on my wrist I noticed that my wrist was not in the shape that I was used to, in fact, my wrist had become so dislocated that it was sitting on top of my forearm. I was bundled into a 4x4 and rushed to the medical tent. A couple of x-rays later and I was told that I had not only dislocated my wrist but fractured it in a half dozen places. There wasn't much they could for me there so I would need to be sent in an ambulance to Bath, which was the on call hospital that day. Realising that I probably wouldn't make it back in time for The Boss, I made a decision that I still don't regret, I refused medical treatment (this may make it sound like I was stoically weighing the options, I was not, I was crying like a little girl. I honestly couldn't tell you whether this was down to the immense pain or because of the prospect of missing Springsteen). The doctor that was treating me told me this was incredibly stupid, he then got the consultant to tell me this was incredibly stupid, but I was not for turning. They couldn't reset my wrist so they put a cast on it as it was, which was pretty much a 'z' shape. They gave me 2 painkillers but couldn't sent me back out with any more for legal reasons. So I hung around the pyramid field eating nurofen all afternoon, saw The Boss from way way back in the crowd and went back to the medical tent after he'd finished. They then told me that they wouldn't be able to take me to hospital until the morning, so I'd have to sleep with a dislocated wrist and come back at 8. I didn't sleep much but I did meet up with my friends and asked them if, should I have to stay in hospital, they could gather up my stuff and stow it at their house until I could pick it up. So I got in an ambulance and went to Bath where they reset my wrist under anaesthetic then took another couple of x-rays and told me I probably need surgery when I got home so they'd booked me a consultation in Birmingham. I still went back to the festival for Sunday afternoon, my friends were glad I wasn't dead. I had surgery when I got home, I now have 5 pins and a metal plate in my wrist, and had to have a month off work in the bargain. I still don't regret my decision.

[Avalon_Fields]

Please note that this is the incorrect way to do it!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7i1FasaoCL0

[Sketchead]

Piss in a cup, get your mate(s) to try and cover a bit and also stick a jumper round the front. Did this during Dizzee before Libertines at Leeds 2010 as I knew I wouldn't get my spot back for the Libs if I went.

[Paul ™]

Just go to the toilet you animals!

[Ruwise]

I find it perfectly easy to go to the toilets at Glastonbury so don't think there is any need for it but if you are going to do the piss in a bottle trick. It's worth having a poncho on so that you are not drawing attention to yourself. I have a friend who's done that trick a few times on race lines before running as you generally have to queue up for ages before you set off.

[eoinca]

I have a similar problem so I generally stay around the edges but for Stevie in 2010 I didn't want to miss any so I just held off drinking too much beforehand and went right before he started and straight afterwards.

[dan05delaney]

Wee in a cup, just try not to draw too much attention to yourself. You may a dirty look from the person next to you but, particularly at the barrier on the pyramid, you won't be alone.

That being said, count yourself lucky, I have IBS. This cannot be done in a cup.

True story. I am a massive Springsteen fan, huge, I was camped out at the front all day for him in 2009, I even got interviewed by that guy from newsround while I was waiting. Just after Spinal Tap I got the familiar feeling that I needed the toilet and would very seriously need the toilet within the next hour. This was unfortunate as I had been very careful about what I'd had to eat in order to avoid this situation but I figured that the crowd switch between Dizzee Rascal and Crosby Stills & Nash would be big enough for me to get back to pretty much the front, if not the barrier position I had. So I decided that I would just jump over the barrier, duck out the side, do my business and be back for CSN. This is where it all went wrong. Jumping the barrier in wellies is harder than it looks. I fell, hard, and I noticed that my watch had come off in the process. When I went to put my watch back on my wrist I noticed that my wrist was not in the shape that I was used to, in fact, my wrist had become so dislocated that it was sitting on top of my forearm. I was bundled into a 4x4 and rushed to the medical tent. A couple of x-rays later and I was told that I had not only dislocated my wrist but fractured it in a half dozen places. There wasn't much they could for me there so I would need to be sent in an ambulance to Bath, which was the on call hospital that day. Realising that I probably wouldn't make it back in time for The Boss, I made a decision that I still don't regret, I refused medical treatment (this may make it sound like I was stoically weighing the options, I was not, I was crying like a little girl. I honestly couldn't tell you whether this was down to the immense pain or because of the prospect of missing Springsteen). The doctor that was treating me told me this was incredibly stupid, he then got the consultant to tell me this was incredibly stupid, but I was not for turning. They couldn't reset my wrist so they put a cast on it as it was, which was pretty much a 'z' shape. They gave me 2 painkillers but couldn't sent me back out with any more for legal reasons. So I hung around the pyramid field eating nurofen all afternoon, saw The Boss from way way back in the crowd and went back to the medical tent after he'd finished. They then told me that they wouldn't be able to take me to hospital until the morning, so I'd have to sleep with a dislocated wrist and come back at 8. I didn't sleep much but I did meet up with my friends and asked them if, should I have to stay in hospital, they could gather up my stuff and stow it at their house until I could pick it up. So I got in an ambulance and went to Bath where they reset my wrist under anaesthetic then took another couple of x-rays and told me I probably need surgery when I got home so they'd booked me a consultation in Birmingham. I still went back to the festival for Sunday afternoon, my friends were glad I wasn't dead. I had surgery when I got home, I now have 5 pins and a metal plate in my wrist, and had to have a month off work in the bargain. I still don't regret my decision.

[Spindles]

I normally walk to the toilet then walk back to where I was stood, saying excuse me to people as I move past them.

[tommyds]

I hope you at least went to the loo during all of this too.... thats the main thing you're missing here

[Vanderlyle]

90% of the time I'd go to the toilet. If the situation is really difficult then I don't have a real issue with the pee in a cup/bottle option. I don't even see a huge problem with pouring it away at your feet (provided it's not too dry or too wet...). I've certainly done that on rare occasions.

[AiiShotTheDJ]

Right this is deadly serious, I wee alot, got a very active bladder.

I plan on watching Primal Scream and The Rolling Stones so this will be like 3 hours plus and I'll need to piss a good few times, I mean and fighting my way through the mammoth crowd each time will be an absolute nightmare and I'm not sure if I could even drag myself away from The Stones set. Anyone got any tips and advice???

I know this sounds stupid but I've always been curious as to how people plant themselves in the front row and manage to keep themselves there without having to run off to the toilet.