by terrorizer on Sun Feb 11, 2007 10:25 pm
Go on then. This was mid 80s, so I would have been about your age now, a mate and I were camping (i.e. in a tent) up at Tansley. We woke one morning dying for a crap but the toilets on site were broken, so we jumped into the car and headed into Matlock. Back then these were the only public bogs around, this was way before supermarkets had them, so we had no choice. In we went, me in trap one, my mate trap two. Trolleys down, then I noticed the graffiti on the wall, in fact all over the walls.
"Pete, you got writing on your walls."
"Yep."
"What does it say?"
"Err... to come on my face ring xxxxxxx."
"Yeah mine are all pretty similar, hang on this one 'Want to shag a 35 year old up the arse?' is timed about an hour ago."
Silence.
"I don't want to go anymore."
Nothing like an impending unwanted homosexual encounter to make your bum hole clamp tightly shut. We legged it and waited until the pubs opened.

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