On the subject of Dangerwanks and some sem-public shame
Moving on a little from the heady days of indies nights and the thrills of beers and weed. I was 19 and had discovered the joys of ecstasy. Fuck me if I didn’t love that stuff. The problem was I really didn’t like the attendant music (at least what was on offer in Reading), and I just couldn’t seem to make myself fit in with the culture. In short I was a pilled up indie kid with a newly shaved head and a puppydog expression that kept trying to eat itself.

Or to put it another way, I couldn’t pull to save my life. Believe me the irony wasn’t lost on me, that I would go out and ingest huge amounts of a drug that aroused me uncontrollably in an environment in which I would soundly fail to pull.

So one Saturday morning, after lurching round the town in that twilight between club closing and the first train home, I smoked a couple of joints and just walked around enjoying the feeling of my brain gently fizzling. But no matter what I did, I just couldn’t shake that pilly horniness that simply demands satisfaction.

Arriving at reading station I deftly shoplifted a razzle from the menzies and popped into the toilets on platform 6 for a bout of self relief. One of the cubicles was locked but there didn't appear to be anyone in there so I popped into the adjacent box.

After much sweating and grunting and nearly tearing off my drug desensitised priapus, I achieved a form of relief. A few minutes later the train arrived and I began to wend my way home to my pit of shame.

Half an hour later they blew up the toilets. The cubicle next to me contained a bomb...
(voodo_kinky, Mon 27 Apr 2009, 13:52, 7 replies)

It was your jizz that set it off
I hope you're happy
( Malaka omdz, Mon 27 Apr 2009, 14:23, closed)

<government>
You see, kids? If you do drugs THINGS BLOW UP. In a bad way.

DON'T DO IT.
( uberdeity Wondered why Owen Lars knew of the term "hell" on, Mon 27 Apr 2009, 14:33, closed)

should have gone to the after dark
more shoe-gazing belle and sebastian-loving indie fags in bell bottoms than you can shake a penis at.
(UppityDamnPrimate LET'S OPEN THIS F*CKING PIT UP, Mon 27 Apr 2009, 16:35, closed)

Hang on...
I've read a story about another b3tan who pissed all over a bomb in the toilets at Reading station.

Unless it's been blown up twice, is it possible you two were within feet of each other, one of you wanking, the other pissed out of his skull while the IRA's finest handiwork lay right next to you?

If I can be bothered (and if I remember) I shall try to find the other story tomorrow.

*click*
( chart cat has an itch, Mon 27 Apr 2009, 16:57, closed)

What a lovely coincidence
That bomb did a hundred thousand pounds worth of improvements.

Seriously though, that must have been one stinky mushroom cloud
(voodo_kinky, Mon 27 Apr 2009, 21:17, closed)

Nah...
As I recall, that story was at Basingstoke station the same day as the Reading bombing - as Basingstoke station was also bombed, but it didn't go off. The confusion comes from fact they were waiting for a train to Reading.
(Lord of Balrogs, Tue 28 Apr 2009, 0:12, closed)

You have a much better memory than me
I just remember vague details.

The story in question is here, and you were spot on with Basingstoke.
( chart cat has an itch, Tue 28 Apr 2009, 6:52, closed)