I witnessed loads of hilarious things as a kid which I will never ever forget. One of the best for me was when we had a family holiday in London when I was 8, and we went to Hyde Park one afternoon.

Me and me dad went for a piss in the gents, and whilst we were stood slashing, there were some incredible diahorrea noises coming from one of the cubicles. Wet farts, splutters, splashing and grunts, all echoing loudly round the bogs.

We were pissing ourselves laughing, and on the way out me dad shouted loudly 'at least we know he didn't just go in there for a quiet sit down!'

I could just imagine the poor bloke sat on the throne with bad guts and a pebbledashed arse, cursing at the norvern barstard taking the piss out of him. There aren't loads of reasons I can think of why me dad was a hero, but that was one of them.

Sounds like it was that mysterious bloke who inhabits public toilets. You know the one, the bloke with the sprinkler attachment on his arse.

Might have been me that!

It must have been a fair sized box. Did he nail it in the corner??????

Pissing in the school milk.