Only this weekend...
Staying at riverghost's place after the London bash, and headed off to the shower room.

"Right, so I'll put my jeans and yesterday's boxers on and hang them in the corner while I shower, then put clean boxers on, all in the comfort of a blacked out shower cubicle" I thought.

Wrong.

The cubicles aren't big enough to take anything in that you want to keep dry, and thus my Sunday morning shower took the form of saying a polite "Morning!" to a rather pretty (fully dressed) blonde who I didn't recognise, then quickly dropping my trousers and hanging them (and my boxers) on a nearby hook, and stepping into a cubicle for a shower.

Then when I opened the door and leant out of the shower to get the shower gel from my jeans pocket I got the chance to say hello to her again, along with her friend who had arrived while I was waiting for the water to warm up.

Hurrah!
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Wed 3 Jun 2009, 0:59, Reply)