Inadequate Toilet Facilities
In the historic Sussex market town of Horsham there exists a drinking establishment by the name of 'Pirie's Wine Bar'. It's a tiny little Tudor-style building that dates back to the year dot. The type of place you have to bend down to get your head under the doorway and they have those strange leather straps hanging from the ceiling for pissed men to hang on to after too many pints of Bishop's Finger.

The place is so small that the only urinal and the only proper bloke's toilet in the whole pub occupy the same broom cupboard, with no cubicle to seperate them. And no lock. As a consequence it is not uncommon to be stood at the urinal and for a drunkard to come in, introduce himself and then start doing a huge guiness induced poo while you stare uncomfortably at the ceiling and gag at the fowl stench eminating from his rotten bowls. Perhaps this was the norm in yesteryear?

I like to spend my Christmas Eves in this place as aside from the pisser it's actually a bloody good laugh. One such yuletide eve I had managed to get a mistletoe snog off this delightful girl i went to College with and we had moved into the men's toilet for a bit of tit and fanny action away from prying eyes.

Anyway, in walks some mental old bearded drunk who pulls down his kecks and starts unleashing all hell on the Armitage Shanks. This girl i'm with catches one whiff of his sordid muck and voms all down myself, herself and Mental old Baz on the toilet. Not a good look.
(Backdoor Fury .. is my wrestling alias., Fri 6 Feb 2009, 17:00, 2 replies)

Bishops Finger
A TOP BEER!!!
(scowners shagged his mum on, Fri 6 Feb 2009, 17:18, closed)

teehee
It's not like you didn't KNOW that could happen.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Sat 7 Feb 2009, 8:09, closed)