Confession time: Having had a skinful of ale I was busting for a piss with two minutes until the last train was due to leave Liverpool Street so I got on it hoping there was a bog on board. Walked the whole length, there wasn't. Sat there hoping to hold out until my stop, about an hour. The need for a piss turned to pain, felt like my bladder would actually burst out of my stomach so about halfway through the journey, slightly bent over with pain I hobbled up to the front of the train behind the driver's area and pissed up against the door hoping that my fluid would disappear under the door and onto the track. It didn't, it formed a large puddle on the carriage floor. Sorry about that.
I've had a **** in the bogs of a 125. Just as we were leaving Peterborough after a match in the Smoke, I think. No big deal like. I'm not fussy.
Many times and no not me,in Galway about 5/6 times a year 'cos the missus' mother lives there,I mainly drive these days
Every man, woman an beast was hammered. A massive card school going on and all the drink gone by the time the train got to Birr. They had to stop for more. Nobody wanted to get off when the train reached Galway.
I was on it for the last 3 years for the Connaught v Leinster matches,never once went to match even though had tickets for two of the games
