Errr....wha....!
Many years back at the end of one of my uni terms there was the traditional pub crawl. Somehow I ended up as one of the last in the pub (I'm normally tucked up in bed well before then, honest). The only others remaining of the group I was with were two sisters, so come chucking out time the three of us were supporting each other, making our way down the road (calling it walking would be too grand a description for our drunken wobbling) to their student house. At one point* we passed some flats whose ground floor windows were only about 6 feet back from the pavement. As we passed I noticed a man watering his window boxes and he waved politely at us. In our drunken state it was only when we were about 100 yards down the road when it dawned on us that he had been stark bollock naked and using his natural sprinkler system to nurture his roses!

Length? Not sure, but it was cold, the roses probably had bigger pricks.

*opposite the Commonwealth Pool in Edinburgh for anyone wishing to hang around to see if he does it again
( SteamedCleaner, Sat 13 Oct 2007, 11:33, Reply)