When I was young and foolish, ridin' back from the pub along a gravel track (plym valley railway) near plymouth, one of the party decides to pull a moonie – we enter the tunnel (which if any of you are familiar with that track) which curves and has a point in the middle where the light doesn't reach – we hear a scream followed by crash – we exit tunnel to find that said mate came off in a pot-hole and got gravel rash all over his bum cheeks – we laugh (continuously) as said mate is forced to ride the whole way back to plymouth exposing his arse cheeks 'cause the pain is too much to pull his shorts all the way back up.
…ah, those were the days
…ah, those were the days
