Picture the scene
It's a cold February night in 1995 and I'm out with my then girlfriend, being 14 neither of us are ready to go all the way (or to put it another way she isn't) so we have "come" to a compromise.

Therefore we ended up one Wednesday night in the beach side of the spectators area of Whitstable Tennis club enjoying ourselves to pre agreed limits. Sitting on the bench jeans round my ankles as she knelt in front of me doing her wonderful impression of one of Dyson's finest I was in heaven looking up at the ceiling in my own little world.

At least I was right up until I looked back down and made eye contact with the police officer approaching. Suddenly panicing but also quickly approaching the moment of release I did the only thing I could think of and held up 5 fingers to the officer and began slowly counting down to my "completion". Now some people rail on the police for various things but at least one of them was cool enough to just give me a nod and turn his back for 30 seconds.

Reaching the moment of lift off we tidied ourselves up and I coughed loudly enough that when he turned on his torch and shined it toward us the young lady I was with assumed that was what had caught his attention. Giving us a stern talking to about being out past midnight on a school night he sent us on our way tipping me a wink when it was safe to do so.

So PC whoever, thanks for cutting a kid a break.

Edit: The Spectator stand in question is the green structure on the left of this picture:
www.seewhitstable.com/whitstable-shops-and-businesses/Images/Tennis%20Courts/whitstable%20tennis%20courts.jpg
View from above:
maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&client=opera&q=whitstable&ie=UTF8&ll=51.3577,1.018971&spn=0.000799,0.002401&t=h&z=19
(bill, Thu 23 Apr 2009, 20:04, 2 replies)

pfffft!
THAT IS HILARIOUS

ALSO: MY CAPS LOCK IS ENGAGED...oops
(MrChimp previously Monsieur, Thu 23 Apr 2009, 22:19, closed)

Good stuff bill!
*click*
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Thu 23 Apr 2009, 22:42, closed)