Bad neighbour?
That would be me. Or more precisely, the people I've lived with. Being in the back bedroom, mine was the one that was drunkenly pissed out of any hour of the day. Well, they were students. But that wasn't the worst bout of urination.

I currently live in a flat in the city centre, and I can't be expected to remember that an entire wall of my room faces the public highway and is literally a gigantic window with a thin strip of wall in between. I'm not THAT forgetful, but still, a man needs his freedom and sunlight is cheaper than lightbulbs. I'll say no more.

But the worst moment was when my old housemates came to visit, and me occupying the bog, they decided to revist the old traditions and pissed out of my window.

In full view of the public. And the restaurant over the road. And over the restaurant I live above. Which has tables outside.

It was between lunch and dinner so no-one was really around, and that can be the only possible reason I managed not to get a visit from the police.
( Doctor Fruitbat wishes fruitbats could really be doctors, Thu 1 Oct 2009, 23:49, Reply)