I attend the Reading festival every year (for any international readers, this is a major three day rock festival comparable I believe to Coachella in the US or Japans Summer Sonic) with a group of friends who are mainly “rock chick” girls. The combination of alcohol, camping in a big group and general youthful exuberance/stupidity always leads to plenty of good tickles.
The first year we camped, we had managed to pitch a circle of four tents in such a way that they were positioned literally in each others entrances. This was undoubtedly funny, if impractical insofar as getting into or out of the tents without knocking at least two others over involved dexterity and a high degree of physical skill Double this if you have been drinking.
Anyway, one afternoon I returned to camp to find a pair of bare feet sticking out of the tent opposite, and extended into mine. My friend “Emma” and I quickly ascertained they belonged to “Ruth”, a little cutie whom at the time I was being roundly encouraged to date. Emma and I slipped into my tent silently, before starting on the whole “(shouted whispering)WOW, EMMA, WHOSE FEET DO YOU THINK THESE ARE? DO YOU THINK THEY WOULD MIND IF I SAT ON THEM?” Ruth was I believe very tired, not to mention drunk or hung over (at Reading, these two usually tend to occur at the same time), so she kicked her legs a bit but didn’t make a fuss. That is until Emma had the bright idea of tickling the trapped feet (I don’t know what I was thinking / drinking, but for some bizarre reason the idea of tickling had not even crossed my mind; for me, this is strange to the point of being worrying) with a blade of grass. Ruth started twitching and kicking lazily, so I silently, and with great deftness (considering I felt like I was about to pass out) got them in a tight headlock. Emma and I exchanged silent glances for a minute before simultaneously shouting “I WONDER IF THESE MYSTERY FEET ARE TICKLISH????!!”, each grabbing a foot and digging in! Ruth bucked violently and started shrieking with laughter as we each ran our fingers over her gorgeous soft soles. I even started playing with her toes, which made her start screaming “nooooooooooooooo!”, before returning furiously to her soles.
We got a few confused looks as we carried on for a few minutes or so (god knows what it must have sounded like to anyone in the tents around us), and Ruth was apparently unable to do anything other than shriek and writhe around in her own tent. It was quite surreal because, aside from my being very drunk, I could barely actually see Ruth through the door flap, so in my inebriated state I thought that we must have just found a pair of disembodied feet which were laughing and kicking!
We tickled her viciously (by my playful standards) for a few minutes; then I guess we must have passed out. I do remember waking up topless just outside my tent, cuddling my spare blanket which for some reason was on the ground. I had a quick drink of water, checked on Ruth (she was sleeping) and immediately went to watch the band NOFX. If that’s not a great afternoon, I don’t know what is!
Another Reading story was last year, when I got talking to a friend of a friend who was camping with us. She was a cute gothic girl by the name of “Kirsty” who ended up flirting with me for half the festival. We were sitting round the campfire last one night when she turned up and sat herself on my lap. It was one of those cheap camp stools so we both immediately nearly fell over. I struggled not to lose my balance and she kind of fell into me again, so I gave her tummy a quick tickle. She shrieked and jumped about a foot in the end. “Don’t you dare tickle me!” she said with a big grin on her face. I teasingly said “aw im sorry hunny” and gave her a big hug. She sat on me again, and for the rest of the night I gave her the occasional poke in the sides, making her jump and giggle.
About 90,000 people camp at Reading, the majority of them drunk teenagers, and it is always entertaining to just walk the campsites at night and people watch. One memorable night, my friend “Dave” and I were on a drunken expedition when we heard a lot of female laughing from one tent, coupled with cries of “noooooooooooooo!” and “don’t tickle my feet!” I was about to go and ask if I could join in (!) when the tent door opened and three girls, all in their pyjamas, came rolling out of the tent, all tangled up in a kind of tickling ball of wool. They were literally rolling around on the grass, grabbing each others sides and giggling, in front of a crowd of several bystanders, As far as I could tell, the tickle fight was their way of settling an argument, and it seemed to reach a conclusion once two of girls, twins, ganged up on the third, a cute blonde wearing pink, and one held her down whilst the other savagely attacked her feet. This went on for a second or two, the blonde crying out in ticklish surrender, until the three of them realised they had an audience, picked themselves up and ran off randomly down the path with drunken embarrassed squeals. It was so surreal, but great fun to watch 😛
Another great thing about Reading is the moshpits you can get when watching bands. A moshpit, for the uninitiated, consists of a tight throng of people at the front of a rock concert. I tend to avoid them as things can get rough (I am roughly the same height and build as a teddy bear) but they provide a good opportunity for tickling. I was watching the band Incubus with my friend “Sam”, who I tickled on a number of occasions, and we were at the front, pushed together with her in front of me and my arms hooked round her, so we could barely move for the people around. Sam was saying loudly that she couldn’t move an inch, so I said “reeeeeaaally?...” and attacked her sides with my fingers. She giggled madly and tried to pull away, but she was literally hemmed in on all sides by people. She was giggling like mad, which only served to alert some guy in front of her to her predicament. He turned round and joked that she was ticklish, and gave her a few quick pokes in the stomach (good going, whoever you were!). Sam was a kind of tickle buddy of mine for a while, and we always ended up in tickle fights that would last for ages, so I took advantage of the opportunity and attacked her sides and stomach relentlessly for a good 15 minutes or so. Needless to say, I remember very little about what Incubus were actually playing onstage at the time… 🙂
The first year we camped, we had managed to pitch a circle of four tents in such a way that they were positioned literally in each others entrances. This was undoubtedly funny, if impractical insofar as getting into or out of the tents without knocking at least two others over involved dexterity and a high degree of physical skill Double this if you have been drinking.
Anyway, one afternoon I returned to camp to find a pair of bare feet sticking out of the tent opposite, and extended into mine. My friend “Emma” and I quickly ascertained they belonged to “Ruth”, a little cutie whom at the time I was being roundly encouraged to date. Emma and I slipped into my tent silently, before starting on the whole “(shouted whispering)WOW, EMMA, WHOSE FEET DO YOU THINK THESE ARE? DO YOU THINK THEY WOULD MIND IF I SAT ON THEM?” Ruth was I believe very tired, not to mention drunk or hung over (at Reading, these two usually tend to occur at the same time), so she kicked her legs a bit but didn’t make a fuss. That is until Emma had the bright idea of tickling the trapped feet (I don’t know what I was thinking / drinking, but for some bizarre reason the idea of tickling had not even crossed my mind; for me, this is strange to the point of being worrying) with a blade of grass. Ruth started twitching and kicking lazily, so I silently, and with great deftness (considering I felt like I was about to pass out) got them in a tight headlock. Emma and I exchanged silent glances for a minute before simultaneously shouting “I WONDER IF THESE MYSTERY FEET ARE TICKLISH????!!”, each grabbing a foot and digging in! Ruth bucked violently and started shrieking with laughter as we each ran our fingers over her gorgeous soft soles. I even started playing with her toes, which made her start screaming “nooooooooooooooo!”, before returning furiously to her soles.
We got a few confused looks as we carried on for a few minutes or so (god knows what it must have sounded like to anyone in the tents around us), and Ruth was apparently unable to do anything other than shriek and writhe around in her own tent. It was quite surreal because, aside from my being very drunk, I could barely actually see Ruth through the door flap, so in my inebriated state I thought that we must have just found a pair of disembodied feet which were laughing and kicking!
We tickled her viciously (by my playful standards) for a few minutes; then I guess we must have passed out. I do remember waking up topless just outside my tent, cuddling my spare blanket which for some reason was on the ground. I had a quick drink of water, checked on Ruth (she was sleeping) and immediately went to watch the band NOFX. If that’s not a great afternoon, I don’t know what is!
Another Reading story was last year, when I got talking to a friend of a friend who was camping with us. She was a cute gothic girl by the name of “Kirsty” who ended up flirting with me for half the festival. We were sitting round the campfire last one night when she turned up and sat herself on my lap. It was one of those cheap camp stools so we both immediately nearly fell over. I struggled not to lose my balance and she kind of fell into me again, so I gave her tummy a quick tickle. She shrieked and jumped about a foot in the end. “Don’t you dare tickle me!” she said with a big grin on her face. I teasingly said “aw im sorry hunny” and gave her a big hug. She sat on me again, and for the rest of the night I gave her the occasional poke in the sides, making her jump and giggle.
About 90,000 people camp at Reading, the majority of them drunk teenagers, and it is always entertaining to just walk the campsites at night and people watch. One memorable night, my friend “Dave” and I were on a drunken expedition when we heard a lot of female laughing from one tent, coupled with cries of “noooooooooooooo!” and “don’t tickle my feet!” I was about to go and ask if I could join in (!) when the tent door opened and three girls, all in their pyjamas, came rolling out of the tent, all tangled up in a kind of tickling ball of wool. They were literally rolling around on the grass, grabbing each others sides and giggling, in front of a crowd of several bystanders, As far as I could tell, the tickle fight was their way of settling an argument, and it seemed to reach a conclusion once two of girls, twins, ganged up on the third, a cute blonde wearing pink, and one held her down whilst the other savagely attacked her feet. This went on for a second or two, the blonde crying out in ticklish surrender, until the three of them realised they had an audience, picked themselves up and ran off randomly down the path with drunken embarrassed squeals. It was so surreal, but great fun to watch 😛
Another great thing about Reading is the moshpits you can get when watching bands. A moshpit, for the uninitiated, consists of a tight throng of people at the front of a rock concert. I tend to avoid them as things can get rough (I am roughly the same height and build as a teddy bear) but they provide a good opportunity for tickling. I was watching the band Incubus with my friend “Sam”, who I tickled on a number of occasions, and we were at the front, pushed together with her in front of me and my arms hooked round her, so we could barely move for the people around. Sam was saying loudly that she couldn’t move an inch, so I said “reeeeeaaally?...” and attacked her sides with my fingers. She giggled madly and tried to pull away, but she was literally hemmed in on all sides by people. She was giggling like mad, which only served to alert some guy in front of her to her predicament. He turned round and joked that she was ticklish, and gave her a few quick pokes in the stomach (good going, whoever you were!). Sam was a kind of tickle buddy of mine for a while, and we always ended up in tickle fights that would last for ages, so I took advantage of the opportunity and attacked her sides and stomach relentlessly for a good 15 minutes or so. Needless to say, I remember very little about what Incubus were actually playing onstage at the time… 🙂
