Reading some of the stuff on here has brought a whole lot of memories flooding back some i and doubtless others concerned would would rather forget. My own personal horror takes place in 1978. Imagine the scene two young virile and outrageously handsome paras on the lookout for a saturday night post globetrotter and kfc. Sitting in the park scoffing away we are met by two of aldershots finest beautys ( fcucking amazing what beer can do to your eysight). Anyway the upshot was they found us just too bloody gorgeous and desirable to resist and we ended up back at the flat they both shared. What comes next is a bit unsetteling as the individual involved is now a priest. There we are back at thier place me laid back getting noshed . Mitch (name obscured to protect the in no way innocent) is down on her mate munching away the next thing i know is he says hay look at this turns to show me the tampax (other femenin products are available) hanging from his teeth blood splattered all round his face. What a fcucking animal he was but a brilliant bloke. If he goes on here and reads this he will probably turn catholic.