Teenage Kicks
As many people have already said, and no doubt more will, the age old dilemma of teenage hormones - privacy + driving licence + access to a car tends to = inadvertendly being perved at.

Possible the worst experience of this for me was being in the middle of a deserted car park behind a mutliplex cinema in Wales. I'd already been frightened out of my wits by a middle aged fella in his grubby grey anorak grunting and spluffing behind his Deirdre Barlow specs as he made sure he got a good view through the back window of a steamy Sierra, but this hadn't been enough to put me off late night car park shagging. For some reason, I'd decided that being in the middle of the car park was best, as we could see anyone else who approached. Yeah, right - like we were going to be looking out of the windows.

So anyway. Me and the terrible mistake of a boyfriend of the time were getting down to it when the familiar sense of being watched creeps over us. In fact, it didn't so much creep, as race, as we were bathed in the blinding white and blue light of at least three police vehicles. Simultaneously, sirens blared, and every window in the car was ferociously banged and voices which normally only harmonised in the Male Voice Choir demanded in unison that we leave, sharpish....... Clearly the local rozzers thought it would be utterly hilarious to not just move us along, but to frighten us out of the pants we weren't wearing.

Eeewww... Just realised (how can it have taken me so many years to realise this!) that for them to be so co-ordinated, they must have been there quite some time... no wonder there's never a copper around when you need one.
( ancrenne doesn't eat anything that can play video games, Fri 12 Oct 2007, 11:29, closed)