OK, thread title is “tell me something …….anything”
Pigmy’s post above regarding “…desperate for a dump” reminded me about a story my grandad told me:
WW2, blackout, living in terraced housing with shared “privy” - gets home in dark, desperate for a dump he shot straight in to the privy, dropped his trousers and sat on the lap of the wife of a neighbour.
Never did tell me whether he did the business :)