Brighton...
Home to a sizeable portion of indie kids, quite a few gay peeps and chavs. Weirdly, the chavvy areas are kind of contained by the geography of the place, apart from the town centre where there's a particular concentration that's unavoidable on the way home...

So, we're walking through the bus station when we chance upon a rutting couple. I say chance upon, they were in a clear perspex bus shelter, under a lamp post. It was like they were on stage...

The bit that really galls me is that we hurried past as quick as possible... should have snuck up behind the male and pinged his boxers while his trousers were down....
( Sonic James Doom forgetting the date since... umm..., Tue 16 Oct 2007, 11:20, Reply)