Dirty bastards.
I live in an area which can either be reached by driving through the chav populated town nearby or the quiet country roads. Needless to say I choose the latter when going to work and coming home again.

I finish work at 11pm and one road I go down has a knackered layby which without fail at least once a week has a car in it with 2 people getting their jollies.

How is this voyeuristic you may ask? I get to see a fair bit, including them jumping up shocked and embarassed by slowly trundling past with my full beams on. Get a room you cheap gets.
(chakaflange, Sat 13 Oct 2007, 1:55, Reply)