Schoolboy games of who can piss the highest up a wall are but a very distant memoryLast time I was in Aberdeen (1977) I went out for a drink with my Nan and her neighber to thier usual Friday night venue that was/is a converted light house.
I was on lager they were drinking Barley Wine (Not sure if it was callad Gold Label) but appartently its quite strong.
So kicking out time we set off walking home, theres me all over the place and the ladies no where worse for drink of 12 Barley Wines each. We were surrounded by ply wood walls as the area was being develped.
All of a sudden I needed to pee, my Nan said go for it as she had seen it all before.
So ther there I am writeing my name in 2 foot tall letters in the middle of the road with my back to them. My Nan nips into her handbag, whips out the camera, takes a flipping picture of me in action.
I am 6 foot tall and the "Golden" highlights look like I was aiming 2 feet above my head and 6 feet in front of.
I asked my Nan why she took the piture. All she said was it was for Bragging Rights