I've had a few 'clockwise' moments as I'm sure most of us have - especially when traffic, cash points, delayed meetings, shite instructions, lack of parking etc. Come in to play - despite best efforts at being early and prepared.
I've also had a fair few 'is this the right f'in place' moments and tricky public phone calls and a few incorrect intercoms buzzed!
One story that does spring to mind was several years ago now and before any involvement with this site and early days for my punting career.
I was travelling quite some distance and had a booking arranged en route. I remember it well - as it's my one and only threesome with a couple of game girls that lived near Chesterfield. One of them was a right dirty little minx and had been texting for some time on the day in question - proper flirting and getting me very hot and bothered about what they were going to do with/to me and each other.
Looking back 5 years later that's pretty rare in itself and not something I've seen much of since although I do understand why.
Anyway. I was very early. Found where they lived and decided to see if I could find somewhere for a coffee etc prior to the punt and passed a supermarket (don't remember which one) which becomes important presently.
Had my coffee and decided it would be nice to pick up a bottle of something to share with the girls - bottle of Prosecco from memory - so popped into said supermarket to purchase the bubbles. Back to the car at which point I realised I had stomach cramps coming on and the requirement of a loo which became more urgent the closer I got to the shop facilities.
As per a few other posts on here - my preference is to avoid this activity in the bathroom of my appointee - which on this occasion was a damn good job because the whole world decided to fall through my backside.
The good news is that I made it to the cubicle with moments to spare.
The bad news was I didn't have time to check the paper dispenser in advance - only to find the 'cupboard was bare' and a complete lack of paper. Bugger
At this point time is becoming a little tight despite me originally being nice and early!
The first option in play was the gentle and very light replacement of one's grundies and a shuffle along to the adjacent cubicles - having a good listen first that the coast was clear. Mission accomplished but no bog roll dammit.
Option 2 considered but not taken was to head to the car for fresh grundies, to return, buy toilet roll if necessary and finish the job so to speak.
Fortunately - after a few minutes someone else arrived in the toilets and I had a slightly surreal conversation with them requesting if they wouldnt mind awfully finding an operative to bring toilet roll and recover my predicament.
Finally all was resolved - with a very loud clock ticking away in my head drawing ever closer to an appointment I'd been thinking about and looking forward to all day.
Finally I made it and just on time. Had a fantastic meeting with two naughty little minx's and spent getting on for two hours with them.
They were quite new to the whole thing from memory and one was more up for it than the other (from what they told me) although both played their parts very well in my opinion. Unfortunately they disappeared about 6 months after and I've not seen or heard anything of them since.
So that's my story - doesn't really count as being during the punt - but lesson learned - always check the bog roll first before letting go!
Billy
