WHEN YOU'VE GOT TO GO.....

News just in......

Local leg-end and all round Guinness supp'er extrodinare Dave Hall has pulled a blinder.
Taking a break from Porters he goes to The Flowerpot on Congleton Road to quaff an ale (or 30) on Friday night....
Enjoying the banter in the games room, and maybe over doing the banter with Will by continually calling him a "black bastard", Dave decides to take a trip to the gents.
If you are unfamilliar with the dynamics of The PowerFlop the lay out is thus.....(i wont draw a map, my maps are wank)

The Games Room is joined to the Main Room by a long wide corridor which is where the toilets are situated. The access to the glasswashing area and behind the bar is also there aswell as a walkway to the kitchen.

So, Dave stumbles from the games room and does a right instead of a left (to the gents), flops out his doll and pisses in the sink next to the glasswashing machines.Unfazed by the fact that he is not in the bogs, washes his hands and returns to the bar.

Well, this is how the story has been told to me anyway. I am slightly dubious as Dave is only about 5'6" and from what I remember of my days working at The Powerflop that sink is pretty high.

He is now to scared to go into find out if he is barred

I can sympathise I have a vast catalogue of pissing mishaps...

There is the time I was 1 bottle drunk on cherry wine stuck on the 130 bus into Manchester. The toilet was locked and I was busting. I couldnt get off as I was meeting someone.The Handforth bypass was being built so the bus ride took 3 times longer than it should. Alone at the back of the bus I pulled myself up and pee'd into the bottle that I had, screwed the lid on it then hid it under my seat. Imagine my shame as said bottle the rolled to the front of the bus. Thats not it however. I had broken my seal. I was in agony I would like to point out, so with nowhere else to go I reasoned that the seats were just like giant sponges so would absorb my "number one". I hoiked myself up and half way through it I realised this was not true as it trickeled to the front of the bus. By this time I was a Piccadilly, so I chucked a bottle of Body Shop vanilla oil over it and ran off. The biggest shame however is that this was all at 11am.

Then there was the time on that manky night train to Chang Mai. All I could find were shower cubicles so I did it in there with the intention on rinsing it away with the shower head. I had to pee quick as the lock was broken.....unfortunatley so was the shower head. Well, I couldnt turn it on anyway.

Dave, you are not alone!