Some tasks are better done without an audience.
One fine summer, myself and a host of friends took off up to Glen Etive for a long weekends worth of camping. If you've never been, go, it's beautifull. Well, we parked up the cars, and hiked down a trail for a while, pitched tents and ran around like loons on mushrooms. I guess part of the attraction was the isolation and lack of facilities, so needless to say there was no toilet. Eventually, after a few days, the need became too great and I had to go curl one out. I walked down the lochside a bit, taking care to put a massive boulder between myself and camp, for privacy. Just as I passed the point of no return, with my kecks round my ankles, I heard the putputputputput sound of the Loch Etive tour boat coming round into view. It was a lovely sunny day, the deck was full of tourists with cameras and binoculars.

So yes, I have done a shite in front of a large audience of men, women and children. A proud moment.
(BellaBella, Wed 24 Aug 2011, 15:00, 4 replies)

I trust
they all watched you from the poop deck.


I'll get my coat.
(username failed moderation, Wed 24 Aug 2011, 15:54, closed)

After a few days...
I bet it could have sunk the Titanic. Did it slide inexorably down the hillside towards the hapless gawkers on their foolish pleasure-craft?
(Chickenwire social lubricator extraordinaire, Wed 24 Aug 2011, 17:47, closed)

salmonella
I wondered why the lake is full of disgusting diseases.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Thu 25 Aug 2011, 0:57, closed)

Yes, I'm ashamed of that. I know better now, and bury my jobbies away from water when I go camping. Strangely, I'm more ashamed of not being a responsible camper than I am of squeezing one out in front of a captive audience.
(BellaBella, Thu 25 Aug 2011, 12:24, closed)