"you're the father of my child.. sorry, what's your name?"

I'm not one to bang on about 'broken Britain' like a tabloid on it's high horse, although even a fairly unshockable young person like myself was shocked by this post I got shown by a mate that he saw on a festival messageboard:

"I don't want to sound ****ty, but everyone know's that when you're at a festival, there is nothing better than sex. Everyone's done it.
I don't know who he was, I think he was staying in the yellow camp. But I am six months pregnant and I think the father should know. It was on Saturday, he was tall and had dark hair. please help."


Wow.
Firstly I would like to point out, 'everyone's done it', eh? Actually, I have never had unprotected sex in a tent after many days of no showers with a person I don't know the name of. Call me a party pooper if you will (though I am not), but unprotected sex with strangers is a big no no in my book.

I mean, I don't begrudge a bit of fun. Fun is good... within reason. But where the line has to be drawn is where you are likely to become a single mother because your stupid head didn't listen to the many alarm bells ringing, just because you wanted a quick, dirty fumble.

I honestly do wish this girl luck because being a parent with no idea of the father's name, just a memory of him being tall with dark hair (which describes at least a third of most males), isn't going to be easy. She has now learnt the lesson of acting without thought, only to face dire consequences later.

However, among the supportive and somewhat less supportive replies, one really tickled my mate and I:

"If anyone wants to have sex with me at Reading (festival) it's ok...I have had the snip! No tadpoles here!"

Quote of the week, no less. And it's only Monday!