Rock night
I used to go to a rock night in Twickenham. It was good fun and lots of the devil's water was consumed. It also used to involve a rather lengthy train ride on an express train, so that we simply whizzed some of the local stations and would only stop at the main stations.

After one night of rock laden frivolities and a suitable amount of whiskey, I found myself on the train with a bladder full to bust. Being quite a quiet train and nobody apart from friends on my carriage I did what needed to be done. Down came the half window type thing by the door (old trains were so much more fun), down came the trousers and underwear, and a glorious stream of piss flowed.

Now most probably the speed of the trian would've have plastered said piss to the rest of the carriage. But somewhere deep inside it makes me a little bit fuzzy to think that the people waiting on the platform in Norbiton recieved a horizontal slash of yellow anonymity upon that very night.
(7thtier 3rd from the left, Fri 15 Jan 2010, 16:13, 3 replies)

The Black Horse
I assume that was the Black Horse then ?

I had a few good nights in there aswell :-)
(AdmiralPellaeon, Fri 15 Jan 2010, 17:35, closed)