Just remembered this one...
I was walking the dogs with my brother one night over the summer. It was a pleasant, almost balmy summer evening (one of the handful we got this year) yet it was marred by something that will forever be burned onto my retinas.

Walking across the common, we encountered a group of chavs (like you do). Said group was drinking, several large primary-coloured bottles were clearly visible. As we approached, we heard that things got a little heated, there was some female shouting and some pushing, then it simmered down and peace returned, and the group started walking away.

They left behind one girl. This girl was clearly inhebriated, and looked like she was struggling to get up. She spent an awfully long time in what I later labelled the 'invisible motorbike', namely hands out in front, crouched down, like you'd ride a sports bike. I thought 'ah, she's wasted. She appears to be wearing flesh-coloured shorts. How peculiar.' Then it dawned on both my brother and I that she wasn't wearing shorts at all. Her trousers and pants were around her ankles and she was crouching having a piss. By the time we worked out what happened, we'd seen too much.

It was topped off by her friend, also clearly several sheets to the wind, staggering out of a bush, seeing us and uttering 'she's mental, innit!'. Pure Class.
( mr_wicksy is.... old., Tue 16 Oct 2007, 11:14, Reply)