at glasto a few years back one of our posse turned up with a big tescos multipack of pain aux chocolat( which he insisted on calling choc-o-pans)
he was sharing a teeny tent with another guy and theyd way underestimated just how big this tent was for 2 people
it was very funny listening to them go to bed as theyd innevitably fall over each other wasted, kept us entertained
(edit they were both very blonde and got painfully sunburnt on the first day)
anyway after 4 days of this tempers were frayed, hangovers in full effect , and as a (stale) choc-o-pan was offered my other mate just blew up screaming, “theyre called pain-aux-chocolat you **** retard”and threatening to punch him until we had stopped lauging long enough to seperate them
is that middle class, i did say ‘glasto’