Pissing in the dark
My mate Jack used to be a student in Dundee. One night, he came stumbling out of the pub, a bit worse for wear. As often happens, the cold air suddenly made him desperate to pee, so he proceeded in a roughly straight line to the nearest public convenience.

Those of you who are familiar with the city will know of the pyramid in Westport, just outside the Globe pub. It's an underground public toilet, topped by a pyramidal structure, and to reach the toilets you obviously have to go down stairs.

Jack made it to the pyramid, and fumbled down the stair in the pitch dark. On reaching the bottom, he found his way impeded by a large iron gate, which was locked for the night. This, in hindsight, also explained why the lights were off. Needs must though, and so he decided he really had to release the pressure in his bladder, and being out of public view he decided to do the deed there and then.

Down with his fly, out with his cock and....ohh, the relief.

Which was interrupted a few seconds later by a cry of "Haw-what-the-fuckin'-hell-ye're-pishing-on-me-ya-cunt" from a tramp who'd thought he'd found a nice place to sleep for the night, out of sight and sheltered from the wind. Jack, being past the point of no return, continued his urination but aimed in a different direction until he could muster up enough prostate power to stem the flow. Then legged it quickly up the stairs again, as the tramp, now steaming somewhat, chased him.

I think he pees in public these days. Or maybe he carries a torch.

Jack reminded me of this story last night. Shame I hadn't remembered a couple of weeks back, as it would have fitted the Tramps QotW better. But no matter.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Tue 28 Jul 2009, 12:25, 1 reply)

not going to lie
... but that is a favoured spot for me. It sits out the newly refurbed Temple Lane and is convenient if you're going to a club from the Union.

Oh, hilarious fun.
(Schumann makes awesome quiches., Tue 28 Jul 2009, 23:54, closed)