Many years ago, the announcers at our local railway station
used to sit in an office overlooking a big staircase, down which I used to run to catch my train for work.

Mate of mine started waving to them, which was nice, especially when they waved back, but then I decided to pull a silly face instead, to make one laugh. This put him off so that he stammered the announcement - great fun!

Mate then upped the ante by making rude gestures, waving whatever random stuff he had in his pockets and finally pretending to get his cock out. This caused total confusion and bollocksing-up of the next announcement.

After a week or two of this, a thick net curtain suddenly appeared in the announcers' window, and it's there to this day.
I imagine the announcers are still there, bored stiff, wishing my mate'd get his knob out to relieve the tedium.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Wed 23 Sep 2009, 15:46, Reply)