The fountains in Nottingham's market square.
Before the square was redeveloped there were two fountains in front of the council house.

On occasion someone would fill these with a bottle of washing up liquid, leaving nothing more than a mass of foam until the council had them cleaned out.

Sometimes, people would climb in to the fountain to cool off on a cool day, using it as a giant paddling pool.

The victim in this story was on a stag weekend, he had stripped out of all of his clothes and climbed into the fountain, which fortunately had received the fairy liquid treatment and therefore protected his modesty. He was prancing about, acting the fool for the amusement of his friends who were drunkenly encouraging him from the steps of the council house.

Unfortunately, he had neatly left all of his clothes in a pile on the edge of the fountain. This meant that an opportunistic Chav, reasoning that his wallet was still in his trouser pockets, ran from the onlookers, grabbed all of his clothing and proceeded at speed down a nearby street.

The victim looked a little crestfallen and just sat down in the fountain to the sound of his 'friends' pissing themselves with laughter. They fucked off to Yates when a few police on beat arrived.
( Muns, Fri 19 Jul 2013, 16:33, 1 reply)

I am not a chav but I would have nicked the clothes. Why? Because.

( d.r._and_quinch when will you be famous?, Sat 20 Jul 2013, 8:11, closed)