Nice to know we're properly English.
Many years ago, me and the Amish Wife went to to the Med for a holiday and ended up spending some time with another couple. They suggested that we go off to a nice beach, and then forgot to tell us it was clothing-optional until we were nearly there. Fair enough, we said to each other, we're all adults, nothing to be ashamed of - this is the 90s, after all.

When we got there, there was the most awkwardly-English squirming embarrassment as we all completely failed to shuck the first item of clothing. In the end, they trundled off 100m up the beach, we trundled 100m down the beach, and we were then able to get a nice all-over tan sunburn.

At the end of the afternoon, garments were retrieved first, and we all met up again, necessary decorum having been observed, and dangly/wobbly bits having not been observed.
( Amish Information Systems hates misplaced, commas, Mon 21 Jul 2014, 18:21, 3 replies)

This is quite a good story but you aren't getting any replies.
Perhaps you're touching a rather raw nerve.
'An Englishman's idea of a perfect life is one in which he has never had to face embarrassment.'
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Tue 22 Jul 2014, 18:39, closed)

you'll never touch any nerves if you get naked a hundred yards apart.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Tue 22 Jul 2014, 19:21, closed)

200 yards there abouts

(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Tue 22 Jul 2014, 21:12, closed)