When I was 17 and on holiday in Germany, I was on a night out in town with a few of the lads. Once we'd left the Irish bar (shithole of a place, but everyone else loved it), everyone was dillydallying about where to go next and I was desperate for a piss. When a decision didn't seem to be forthcoming, I nipped down the nearest side alley.
Once back with the group, they'd come to a conclusion and we moved on. Just as I was going through the door, I felt a hand on my shoulder which I just shrugged off. However, one of the doormen stopped me and turned me around, to see two of Germany's finest asking me outside for a chat. Turned out that they weren't too happy with me taking a piss down the side of the street, not so much for the fact that it was anti-social, more for the fact that the building I'd relieved myself on was their station.
They took my details. I spent the next month waiting for a letter from the Stadt Polizei to drop onto the doormat, and beating my parents to the post each and every time it arrived. After that I realised that it was unlikely that anything would arise.
Once back with the group, they'd come to a conclusion and we moved on. Just as I was going through the door, I felt a hand on my shoulder which I just shrugged off. However, one of the doormen stopped me and turned me around, to see two of Germany's finest asking me outside for a chat. Turned out that they weren't too happy with me taking a piss down the side of the street, not so much for the fact that it was anti-social, more for the fact that the building I'd relieved myself on was their station.
They took my details. I spent the next month waiting for a letter from the Stadt Polizei to drop onto the doormat, and beating my parents to the post each and every time it arrived. After that I realised that it was unlikely that anything would arise.
Barnsley (I think, some lower league mob anyway) had just humbled Liverpool out of the F.A. Cup with a last-gasp winner. Me and a few friends, drunk on the romance of the cup and alcohol, decided that this would be an opportune time to have a kickabout ourselves. Only slight problem was that I was living in Taipei at the time, a city not renowned for its open spaces. Plus it was gone midnight.
Cue us breaking into a primary school to have a game in the playground . What made it worse was that this was the first time I'd kicked a ball in months due to a fairly serious ankle injury . 15 minutes later about half a dozen of Taipei's finest arrive, most armed with cameras to record us and one big fat prick armed only with bad English and an incredibly angry demeanour. Carted off to the station and only let out a few hours later. Our team had a game the next morning at 9.30am which we somehow didn't lose despite most of the team severely lacking in sleep.
Cue us breaking into a primary school to have a game in the playground . What made it worse was that this was the first time I'd kicked a ball in months due to a fairly serious ankle injury . 15 minutes later about half a dozen of Taipei's finest arrive, most armed with cameras to record us and one big fat prick armed only with bad English and an incredibly angry demeanour. Carted off to the station and only let out a few hours later. Our team had a game the next morning at 9.30am which we somehow didn't lose despite most of the team severely lacking in sleep.
LOL, well sometimes that's what you get even for little things like pissing in the street.