Always been more pleasurable than indoors. Currently, on daily walks (a lot in the cold weather); with Bobby late at night under the stars (helps him concentrate on the matter in hand), in the mole-hills in winter (helps make them go next door), and in the compost bin in summer (not sure it helps at all really, but I like the steam)..
But also when drunk and desperate - a particular bush I favoured in Reigate; round the back of the Dalis Bar; behind Nunhead cemetery or near the pond in Peckham Rye; Castle Park Bristol was a good pit-stop prior to seconds at Lawrence Hill roundabout; and latterly on the lawn of the Navy cadets in Tooting Graveney.
And, of course, in the sea. In your wet-suit.
Where do you like to pee?
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i have fond memories of putting out a campfire one night when in maine. (altho it has to be said that the fire was pretty low anyway else i'd have burnt my currant bun)
ReplyDeleteI'm thinking this is definitely more a man-thing!
ReplyDeleteAlthough once my Dad's third wife was so cross with a gas station for not having a toilet (and so desperate) that she just squatted down and went on the forecourt. She was, of course, American...