My old schoolwas next to a river and we used to get really bad fog drifting up and engulfing the grounds. Also, at the back of the school field was a huge embankment stretching up at an angle and facing the entire school. I always felt that it would make a nice canvas. So one morning we dissapeared out into the freezing fog and left our mark in the frosty grass by shuffling our feet. An hour or so later as the sun burned away the residual pea souper - Hey preso!! a thirty yard long cock and nuts for the whole school to guffaw over, it lasted the rest of the day.
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