A friend of mine was reminising about his days in the Shot and told us of the time he and a mate were walking back to camp, in a drunken state munching kebabs when.... ..out of a nearby flat window two 'girls' called down and after a minute of chit chat the lads were invited up 'for a coffee'. Said mate ended up with the fattest one of the two mingers and they made their way to the bedroom and proceeded to get down and dirty - quite literally. Being a fan of lickin the bean said mate went south and found his kebab almost making an unwelcome return from the rancid smell of rotting fish. When asked what he did next (expecting him to have made his excuses and left) he said he just spat as much saliva onto her box as possible and made the best of it. Does he deserve some kind of recognition for charitable services to fat fish-stenching burds? And do you guys have any horror stories of your own?