I went on the big anti-war demonstration in London on February 15th 2003. I remember it well, because it was another day that I almost wet myself. It was a bitterly cold day, and I made sure (so I thought) that I cover myself in thick warm clothing from head to toe. Before I set out, I made sure I drank a cup of warm tea and went to the toilet.
I set out a couple of hours early so I didn’t get caught in the crowds, only to see that when I joined at one of the assembly points, thousands of people were already there, all coming from all corners of the country. There was a lot of waiting time as thousands more were trying to get there. I suddenly got a twinge in my bladder already. The cold must have gone through me, but I thought I was imagining things.
The march soon began, and it was a great atmosphere with no problems at all, but I started to feel a little desperate. I did bring a small flask with some warm tea, just in case, however, I didn’t want to become too urgent to wee. The march slowly continued along its route because of the sheer number of demonstrators.
After a while, I really needed to wee. I was now beginning to march in a funny way, and I felt that some people were looking at me. I tried to stay calm, but as the march wore on, I became fidgety, pranced around a bit, despite there were a lot of portable toilets nearby. The crowds were so big that I found it difficult to push past them to get to one.
Further on, and now I really was in trouble- the cup of tea I had earlier had filled me up and wanted to be forced out of me, but I still couldn’t get to a toilet even if I wanted to. I was wearing a large coat which hung down to my knees, so I undid one of my buttons and slid one of my hands down grabbing my penis through my jeans, but that didn’t help much.
Soon, the pain of a full bladder was becoming unbearable. I was grabbing my penis with dear life, yet we still hadn’t reached our destination. I was gritting my teeth as well as being cold and desperate. I wanted to be rid of my need now. I suddenly felt a spurt of hot wee go into my briefs. I gasped, and realising that I would not be able to hold on for another few minutes, I again tried pushing through the crowds to find a portable toilet.
I saw one, but when I got there and opened the door, this awful smell blew out…. it was terrible. I tried holding my nose against the smell, but it was too strong. I was too desperate to refuse, so I undid the zip of my jeans, took out my penis and just let it go… my penis was like a fire hose as the wee came out whilst I tried not to breathe in the stench of the toilet. The strong smell became too much for me, and when I finished, I rushed out of the toilet and threw up in a nearby litter bin.
A couple of hours later, I reached Hyde Park, which was the march’s destination. There was some entertainment and speeches, but I felt so worn out by my earlier desperation that I decided to go straight back home. Surprisingly, as I headed off, more people were still going into the park.