Bums and buses.
My girlfriend's bedroom is at the very top of her house, with a small wooden spiral staircase leading up to it from the first floor. The steps wind past a window which looks directly out onto the main road.

To those who travel on the top deck of a particular bus in Edinburgh: I'm so, so sorry if you had to witness my bare, pale arse flash you all as I dashed down the stairs last week to relieve my bursting bladder.

I should also apologise to the old lady who looked up in horror as my morning semi bobbed up and down like a languid drinking bird while I nonchalantly climbed the stairs again a few minutes later.

I promise to wear boxers to bed from now on.
(BaronBiscuits, Sat 30 May 2009, 15:57, Reply)