So the game ends and as we took the long walk back the urge slowly began to build up until it became a 'critical mass' situation where it was either I pissed myself or risking public exposure, lobbed it out and took a piss in front of hundreds of fellow Wasps fans.
Thankfully, just before our car park, was a Novotel hotel which pretty-much like every hotel ever had a bar and by that definition, a toilet :)
Wild horses couldn't drag me away, ne' a solid 80ft steel wall wouldn't have stopped me getting to that toilet and when I did it was sheer heaven... in fact if you're a spiritual person I think I can safely say that that moment is clearly what heaven feels like.
Now we're headed back home and I fully intend to pub-crawl around my home town but with another visit to the bog as I can feel it building up again... God damn it! I've got a bladder like rice paper!!
Go Wasps!
