Not having much to do last night and feeling a little bored, I thought I'd indulge myself in one of my favourite pastimes of dogging.
So, box of Kleenex in hand, I headed off to Birchington's Gayza Strip, The Minnis, for a bit of voyeuristic fun.
Would you Adam and Eve it, for the first time that I can recall there was noone there, not a sausage! (pardon the pun)
So, after trekking over to Westgate and another little dogging niche behind The Nottingham Castle, I was disappointed again!
Right, I thought, let's haul ass over to Ramsgate for, perhaps, The Island's premier dog den, Augusta Road.
Not a flipping bean!
Starting to get a little frustrated, I toyed with the idea of Margate but, fortunately, managed to come to my senses and nicked off to The Artillery Arms for a Malibu and coke instead.
Imagine my surprise, when I walked through the door, to find about a dozen of my regular spyees ensconced about the place, taking it in turns to go in pairs to the toilet!
Well really, what good is that to me?
I may have to pop along there with my 25mm spade drill and sort this problem out!
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3 comments:
I thought Pegwell Bay was our top dogging spot? And what's this about Disgusta Road? The only dogging you get along there is the kind that leaves steaming great whoopsies on the pavement.
Oh, sorry, I forgot. Steaming great whoopsies were probably what you were after!
Simmering little ones would also suffice.
Actually, on reflection, pretty much all 'cottaging sites' are based in areas predominantly pooey in nature. I think the aroma must be a natural aphrodisiac, so you'd best, er, keep an eye open!
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