I don't need to see that

I mean really, you walk through the crowds of meaty people trying to wander home, fighting past mothers and prams, tooth and nail in a bid to maintain your own desired 'get the fuck home' walking speed and in the ten minute walk from work to home (which is rather good really) you turhn the corner into your road only to be faced with some guy taking a pee up a wall. On the pavement. Standing, releiving himself in the fucking walkway! This is not a alleyway, ,thish is a fucking road, where pelople live! There is a pub about, ooh, twenty seconds away whose facilities he could use, but no, he decides to pee is divine. I don't hate him for it, he did run off, clearly embrarassed, but still: have people lost their decency. Ten more yards and he would have been in a disused yard. All dark like. Good for a quick pee.
However, apparently, according to my mate who just got back frfom work, the pubs are simply rammed full of booze hounds, so maybe the queue in the pub was too much. I guess we'll ever know. Still, ,remember kids, pick your pee spots carefully, coz someone might just be around the corner.