Once, in the late 70's, I was returning home on the M11 late one night when I became so desperate that I parked up at the top of a slip road - and had a most satisfying shag!

scum do this at gigs still I believe.
Its been going on as far as i can remember.
A poor girl had a pints worth bombed on her from the balcony at Hammersmith Palais .

Kids,tired of being bothered by your pesky parents?
Then leave home, get a job & pay your own bills, while you still know everything.

Summer of 1994. Me and a friend were starting our first of 3 days in New York. In the evening we went for beers. As we left the 4th bar, my mate decides he needs an urgent wazz. He nips into a local McDonalds, but the toilets are Out of Order. In desperation, he nips into a side alley, followed a few seconds later by 2 police officers, who promptly arrest him.

As I try to intervene, one of the officers places his hand on his gun as says to me "You want some Buddy ?" I walked away

My mate spent 2 days locked in a cell with rapists and murderers and dealers, before it went before a Judge. The Judge threw out the case and reprimanded the Officers for over-zealous policing.
Somewhat tarnished our stay there

I disengage, I turn the page.

sounds like a few blokes saw hers

Kids,tired of being bothered by your pesky parents?
Then leave home, get a job & pay your own bills, while you still know everything.

I recall when I was a youngster my spinsterly aunt informing me in a disapproving voice that French men are known for peeing in public. I'm not quite sure how she knew this as she'd never left England in her life.

Oui oui!