tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post5040061411983309979..comments2024-02-13T10:20:04.888+00:00Comments on David Hepworth's blog: Pissing offDavid Hepworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973053694541321308noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-7283002874673232192008-03-26T12:11:00.000+00:002008-03-26T12:11:00.000+00:00My Dad tells the story of standing on packed terra...My Dad tells the story of standing on packed terraces in the 60s/70s (at international rugby games, class warriers!) and it was general practice to roll up a broadsheet newspaper and stuff it down your trouser leg and out below boot level to relieve yourself and retain your position in the stands.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-80894675592899166782008-03-24T10:53:00.000+00:002008-03-24T10:53:00.000+00:00There used to be an old mohican-punk in Pigeon Par...There used to be an old mohican-punk in Pigeon Park, Birmingham, who had a polythene bag tied around his neck so that he could vomit whenever he liked.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-31695262941658447862008-03-19T23:08:00.000+00:002008-03-19T23:08:00.000+00:00It's the need vs the situation. At college I knew ...It's the need vs the situation. At college I knew someone who constructed a funnel/hose affair that he fumblingly attached to himself most nights after his lengthy sessions in the pub. The hose led to a bucket by the bed, and he went to sleep with the funnel strapped to his nethers. Need: to have a slash when he needed, whenever that may be during the night. Situation: In bed and he wanted to stay there.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-77417520462075112812008-03-19T16:12:00.000+00:002008-03-19T16:12:00.000+00:00It reminds me of the story Frankie Boyle tells. He...It reminds me of the story Frankie Boyle tells. He was walking home one night through the streets of Glasgow when he saw a man leaning against a front door having a piss. When he'd finished he tucked <BR/>himself away and then got out a key from his pocket and let himself in.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Just how pissed would you have to be that you couldn't wait to get inside??marmiteboyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06727386811098683743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-60094889634544859082008-03-19T08:37:00.000+00:002008-03-19T08:37:00.000+00:00I went to London from the Midlands last night, got...I went to London from the Midlands last night, got back home around 1in a tired and emotional state. Slept like a top on the train home, complete with dreams of retracing my evening out surrounded by men pissing in the street. Thanks for that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-52468686088037113212008-03-19T01:07:00.000+00:002008-03-19T01:07:00.000+00:00Was it a continuous, unbroken stream, Mr H? If so,...Was it a continuous, unbroken stream, Mr H? If so, then that is allegedly quite some achievement, post-40. Good on the man.Jason Arnopphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07876042845400963850noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-11858121805526500002008-03-18T19:41:00.000+00:002008-03-18T19:41:00.000+00:00I once saw a punk walking along beside the River O...I once saw a punk walking along beside the River Ouse in York, near the King's Head pub if you're at all interested. As he walked past a wall-mounted bin he threw up into the bin WITHOUT BREAKING STRIDE. I was mightily impressed I can tell you. Disgusted, but impressed nevertheless.<BR/><BR/>David, LiverpoolAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-62389232757123475552008-03-18T19:07:00.000+00:002008-03-18T19:07:00.000+00:00"Excuse me, but your son's name is written in the ..."Excuse me, but your son's name is written in the snow in my front garden"<BR/>"Kids, eh? What's the problem?"<BR/>"It's in my daughter's handwriting..."<BR/>Ithangyew.<BR/>SkirkyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-29162503530783617932008-03-18T16:13:00.000+00:002008-03-18T16:13:00.000+00:00I hope you don't mind me shunting my way in here. ...I hope you don't mind me shunting my way in here. I find by staying at home all the time, one is less exposed to such annoyances.Suzy Normanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01274429936276235291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-70992028515270703732008-03-18T16:12:00.000+00:002008-03-18T16:12:00.000+00:00Walking backwards seems to work best.Walking backwards seems to work best.Dick Headleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11978203284842718331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-5661410181193733782008-03-18T14:37:00.000+00:002008-03-18T14:37:00.000+00:00I was sitting in the back garden today reading the...I was sitting in the back garden today reading the paper as the kids played. The sun was shining and it was a little bit fresh. <BR/><BR/>Afterwards I went to my den upstairs and listened to the Saturday Play on the BBCiPlayer. <BR/><BR/>When the play ended I thought to myself 'Imagine being able to do that every day'.<BR/><BR/>then I read you blog post and thought 'Imagine......'Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-26351590836223004692008-03-18T11:39:00.000+00:002008-03-18T11:39:00.000+00:00I once took a fancy for a young gentleman, but it ...I once took a fancy for a young gentleman, but it soon faded after he told me that he enjoyed watching his ex-girlfriend repeat your story after the pub one night.Clairhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01914896847679973163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-40622215695077869722008-03-18T10:02:00.000+00:002008-03-18T10:02:00.000+00:00But surely if he was peeing and walking at the sam...But surely if he was peeing and walking at the same time, he'd be stepping into the path of his own, er, emission? Granted, he doesn't necessarily sound like the sort of person who'd care that much about it, but moonwalking might have slightly more showy and rather less soggy.<BR/>JJohn Soaneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10412988669030237101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-72198919913842516892008-03-18T09:44:00.000+00:002008-03-18T09:44:00.000+00:00ac:I see, I may have been a bit quick off the mark...ac:<BR/>I see, I may have been a bit quick off the mark, I just get feed up of all of south London being used as comedy punch line.BLTPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06564846497205095201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-53139392045920550562008-03-18T09:05:00.000+00:002008-03-18T09:05:00.000+00:00Easy? No.Sexy? Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes.Public urinat...Easy? No.<BR/>Sexy? Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes.<BR/><BR/>Public urination - more of it please!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-45860244847266150782008-03-18T09:03:00.000+00:002008-03-18T09:03:00.000+00:00As a labrador collie cross, I find it a piece of, ...As a labrador collie cross, I find it a piece of, er, well quite easy.Roghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09430706557035189147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-18132451719558236942008-03-17T23:53:00.000+00:002008-03-17T23:53:00.000+00:00It's a rare feat I have only seen once before, yea...It's a rare feat I have only seen once before, years ago in Brisbane, by a gentleman celebrating new year's eve by taking a piss while walking down the median strip of the Bradfield Highway.Ben.Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11879705585399028153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-88269432459134374422008-03-17T23:51:00.000+00:002008-03-17T23:51:00.000+00:00I have lived in South London since 1984, bltp. My ...I have lived in South London since 1984, bltp. My hilarious joke was aimed at those who mistakenly believe North London to be somehow more sophisticated than South London. I have obviously lost my mojo.Andrew Collinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16968231919253150433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-75225772440176579232008-03-17T23:42:00.000+00:002008-03-17T23:42:00.000+00:00Pardon the pun but that would really piss me off. ...Pardon the pun but that would really piss me off. Strangely, I saw someone wee-ing in full view at my local bus stop yesterday. Maybe the onset of Spring is doing odd things to people?rockmotherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08939586655533001122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-77993506958822003892008-03-17T23:11:00.000+00:002008-03-17T23:11:00.000+00:00I tempted to say it's a piece of piss.I tempted to say it's a piece of piss.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-60220469762949450952008-03-17T21:56:00.000+00:002008-03-17T21:56:00.000+00:00Of course AC in everywere from Richmond to Blackhe...Of course AC in everywere from Richmond to Blackheath to Dulwich, Carshalton to Battersea South London is such a uniformly terrible place that public urination is the least of our problems! what a strange thing to say!BLTPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06564846497205095201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-985899032664522492008-03-17T21:23:00.000+00:002008-03-17T21:23:00.000+00:00If they're doing that in Islington, can you imagin...If they're doing that in Islington, can you imagine what they're doing south of the river?Andrew Collinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16968231919253150433noreply@blogger.com