Not myself...
But my dad.

Many a time as a child, he would regail me with tales of his childhood. Riding knackered motor bikes, throwing potatos at people and mice making their way into his brothers trousers. There is one I feel fits well with this subject.

During one fine day, many, many years ago, while with the same brother who would later find a mouse occupying his britches, father was in dire need of a slash.

So, out of all places in 1960s Britain, you couldn't really find much of a worse place to take a leak.


I have no idea how taking a piss on a substation could ever seem appealing to anyone other than a diahrretic lemming whos life has taken a turn for the worst, but hell, i'm just glad i'm here to tell the story.
(Lordfudgington is hiding the expense report filed on, Tue 17 Feb 2009, 14:37, Reply)