....early hours of the morning.
The Missus and myself were awakened at about 3.30am this morning by an absolutely shit-faced bloke singing a Man United football song.
I went to the bedroom window to have a giggle (as you do) and saw the bloke, mid forties I would say, doing the 3 forward 2 backwards routine.
When, suddenly he stopped in his tracks, paused and then dropped his strides and sat on a wall with his arse hanging over the other side.
I beckoned the Mrs:
me: You have got to come on see this.
her: what?
me: A bloke is about to have a shit in the street, over a wall.
her:eh?
jumps out of bed.
me: ewwwwww!
her:thats our bloody wall, he's shitting into our garden!
me oh sh*t!
I banged on the window and hurled some abuse at him, he got up pulled his strides up and carried on down the road.
I've just had to go out and sort it out.