TRIGGER WARNINGS: alcohol, bodily fluids, cute Australian girls
In my 20s, there was this huge party on Sundays called Church, a big gathering in an old unused cathedral in London where all the young Aussies who had gotten trashed on Friday and Saturday night, would gather for day drinking and I think (?) a burlesque show. I never attended. But I had heard that more females than blokes would go, and that it was great fun, so we tried to go once.
We arrived early, four hours before it opened, and there was a long line of maybe a thousand people outside. Some enterprising lads had brought coolers for the wait, and people were pre-gaming heavily. Beers from home are cheaper than paying for beers in church, innit.
But the church building was securely locked up. There were no restrooms, and after several hours of drinking, many blokes and sheilas had full bladders in dire need of relief. There was an area nearby, in the shade, with some small human-height bushes. Men started to urinate agai...
