Many a moon ago...
...well, nine or so years ago, a few friends of mine had just turned eighteen. As is the way with these things a large joint birthday party was promptly thrown, many beers were had and the usual stuff ensued; vomiting, tree climbing and someone's nipple being bitten.

As the party died down and people started drifting home, I found myself standing at the side of the road partway between Letchworth and Hitchin with a couple of friends. A couple of friends and a traffic cone. Again, fairly predictable for an eighteenth birthday.

One of the friends I was with decided that the cone should be moved, and move it he did. He hopped over the fence at the side of the road into a field and sprinted with the cone to the far side. No, I'm not entirely sure why he decided that's where the cone needed to be moved to either.

He returned without the cone, attempted to vault the fence again and failed in spectacular knackers-right-into-fence-post way, fell into a bramble bush and ended up curled into a foetal position in the middle of a group of bemused people. Obviously, we mocked him.

It was about that time the police car showed up. A WPC casually looked out of the window to take in the scene -- four people standing; one on the ground, clutching his balls and moaning -- then gave us a cheery wave and a smile, and drove off.
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