having worked in an offie in reading there are plenty of tales
but too long to post now- fifth?

Edit- third- not bad!

Tale 1

While working in reading town centre on a reading festival weekend, the evening was pretty quiet- festie types were all at the site, and the rest of reading were avoiding the town like it was full of zombies (having seen the festie crowd- I can understand that veiwpoint!).

as we had nothing to do we were in front of the store having a fag and watching the tumbleweeds blow past when we noticed a tramp who had been weaving along in the distance stop suddenly. before we could say or do anything he pulled his trousers down squatted and had a big shit- in the middle of what was (pre- oracle) the busiest shopping street in reading.

the funniest part was when my female colleague squealed "I can see his willy- and it's huge!"

No Tracey- that wasn't his willy you could see dangling down- willies don't drop off!


length- 18" of brown curler- he must have been pretty desperate to drop that one off!
(Symball, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 15:49, Reply)