Bloody hell yes. From an office.
Used to work on the 8th floor of a buidling in Covent Garden, and overlooked a few roof-gardens.

One day in the summer, one of our blokes was on the 'phone, and looking out the window. He started tailing off his conversation, and eventually was just staring out the window, until eventually he goes "BLOODY HELLFIRE! COME AND LOOK AT THIS!"

We all ran over, and on a roof on the opposite side of the road were two couples, bollock-nekkid, all chatting.

Then they just start cracking into it.

And they're clearly talking amongst each other while they're doing so - having actual conversations - "Did you watch Corrie last night?" "Yeah I know - what a bitch!" "Good match last night - I see your lot won against Arsenal" etc.

We were stunned.

They looked up. They carried on.

We made judges cards and held them up.

They gave us a wave.

They loved it.

And you love my length.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 12 Oct 2007, 14:32, Reply)