I once had sex with a trainee plumber from Wythenshawe that I picked up in bar. (Those from Manchester will understand).
He was high on fuck knows what at the time and pummelled away for far too long. I was drunk but didn't want to be rude and tell him to stop. He gave up eventually.

The scary thing is that my low self esteem secured a re-match with said bit of rough in a tent in the Lake District. After smoking crack cocaine with his mates in another tent, he started to get frisky but then became paranoid that people would hear us and once again gave up.

Not THE biggest sexual regret but one that still makes me want to smack myself about the head.
( girlinthehole, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 19:17, 6 replies)

Mancs are well classy.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 19:25, closed)

*proffers head*

( girlinthehole, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 19:29, closed)

Four minutes? You must be dead posh.
Are you from Didsbury or summat?
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 19:41, closed)

Ha! I did live in Didsbury for a while.
*remembers cheese shop*
( girlinthehole, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 19:43, closed)

Cheese shop is still here, and still does good cheddar.
(Colonel Buff Getting ripped to the tits since, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 20:56, closed)

Pick up anyone from Wythenshawe and you're in for a crap ride, whichever way it goes. One of the reasons I left.
(zebideedoodah likes florence but prefers venice, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 22:19, closed)