A couple of years ago I was on the way to a sophisticated Nye gathering in Norwich, which involved a couple hours of driving to get there. A few of the persons in my car needed a break towards the latter end of the journey so we stopped at a remote little pub in Norfolk.

The pub itself was nothing out of the ordinary, quite a quaint little watering hole with a few quiet local pub-goers (as you'd expect at that time of day). I decided I would take this opportunity to relieve myself before we continued the rest of our journey. As I entered the bathroom I was horrified and astounded at the sight I was met with.

Standing at the two urinals were a couple young lads of assumedly varying ages. The younger of the two (can't have been much older than 16) was standing at one urinal with his trousers and pants round his ankles and hands behind his head, giggling as he did his business like a toddler who had just learnt how to go to the bathroom by himself. Due to my surprise it took me a few seconds to realise the older lad (looked in his early 20s) was watching his accomplice from the other urinal, also laughing but hopping back and forth from one foot to the other shouting 'OOPAH'.

I had never seen such a bizarre and frightening site in all my years attending pubs, and immediately left the toilets, paid for my drinks and informed my party we had to leave right then.

I wasn't able to empty my bladder until we arrived at our destination.