I'm in a trendy bar in Bristol with around 40 others celebrating a birthday. I'm a bit pissed but not too bad. I'm chatting up the most incredible woman I've seen in a long time and I'm doing a good job of it. She says shes off to the bar and asks what I want, I tell her and go downstairs to point Percy. Now this pub only has two cubicles for both men and women and one of them is out of order because the flush is broken. I unzip, lift the toilet seat and start to piss. The problem is that, in my haste, I haven't taken my cock out of my trousers properly and now one leg of my trousers is now entirely sodden. To make matters worse I'm wearing light trousers and, unlike dark jeans, there's no hiding the fact that i'm soaked in piss. It's taken at least two minutes to assess the gravity situation and by now there's a couple of people outside chatting. Two minutes turns to ten and now there are approximately six outside, all being very vocal about how long I'm taking and how much they need to go. My frenzied tissue dabbing isn't even touching it. Then,to my horror, the voice of the hottie from upstairs joins the (now pretty angry group). "What's going on"? she says "Oh some fucking idiot is taking ages in there " and similar comments follow. By now people have started using the broken toilet. I've told them to fuck off and that I'm sick, etc, but one dude and this girl just won't fuck off. In the end I had to wait until the next cubicle was free, leave my cubicle backwards and get in it fuckin quick. I sit in there for another twenty minutes until my trousers are passable go upstairs, make my excuses and leave. Totally gutted though, I probably could have been balls deep by now. Anything similar happened to anyone else and how did you deal with it?