Aye, touchy bastards. They got upset with me at Magnet when I turned up with a lasagne to test out their cookers.
My mate once shat in a phone box after a night out whilst drunken clubbers walked past in disbelief... I call him superman and no-one knows why
Me and my brother-in-law were walking up to the boozer one night and saw a guy walking down the road towards us in his skivvies with his jeans draped over one arm. As he got near he looked at us, said "Shat maself", and walked on.
My mate phoned me one Friday night to tell me he'd farted and followed through in a pub. He was proud of himself