my best mate nick
told me a wonderful story. nick had no qualms about crimping off a length anywhere, be it a public toilet or the house of a new friend. he would also tell us reasonably loudly he was "going to lighten the load". one fine day he wandered into some delightful public toilets - the ones in the indoor market in leicester - so im led to believe. as he was curling off the mother load he noticed a small hole in the wall to the next cubicle. fair enough, there must have been a screw for the bog roll holder or what ever. it was only when he started to hear the unmistakable fwapp fwapp fwapp, like a chinook taking off it dawned on him. glory be its a glory hole. as calm and as sound a chap as nick was he was disturbed and angered. enough to calmly roll a ciggie, light it take a few puffs and jam it throught the hole. the fwappage stopped and he ran. fast. to another toilet to go and clean himself up a bit. nice
( bertisfantastic bert is a sleepy bear, Wed 7 Sep 2005, 7:57, Reply)