Author: The Bathroom

In June 2002, most people in Britain were celebrating the Queen’s Golden Jubilee. She has been our ruling monarch for fifty years (I don’t like that, because I’m a closet republican, but that’s enough politics from me). That meant the country had a four-day Bank Holiday weekend. Some of my friends asked me if I…

In the past, a lot of my wetting and desperation experiences happened at my local swimming baths. I used to have swimming lessons every morning with my school class. I hated going to them, so as often as I could, when the other guys were at the pool, I hid in the changing room toilets….

Another experience of desperation was when I went on a week-long trip to Wales with my primary school. Children from our class got to stay at an outdoor education centre, and we did a lot of activities from rock climbing to pony trekking. One day during the week, the class was to spend the night…

Another memory of desperation and wetting was at the annual fireworks display. Every November 5th, to celebrate Guy Fawkes Night, a local park or church grounds would be used to hold a community fireworks display. The highlight of the display was for an effigy of Guy Fawkes to be hung over piles of wood and…

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…

I was never popular in school, and as a result, I tend to ignore things like St Valentines’ Day. I often felt jealous of most of the other children getting their cards and that I normally didn’t get any. However, there was one occasion when I was attending primary school that I had fancied this…

Another incident at secondary school was when we had regular football (soccer) games on Thursday afternoons. That meant going to a nearby park on freezing cold days, even when the weather was wet and windy! This particular day was exceptionally bad. Here was a group of boys going to a wet, muddy pitch. I needed…

I can also recall this incident very clearly. It was when I was 13 and in secondary school. We were going on a day trip to what used to be Windsor Safari Park (It’s now called Legoland, I believe). It was a wet and windy day as I recall, and I must have been desperate…

This incident happened during the school summer holidays. At the time, I was in the Boy’s Brigade, in it’s hey day, the equivalent of the Scouts’ movement, and for one week every summer, our group of boys went on holiday with our officers to the country. We stayed in this church hall and slept there…

I never got many Valentines cards when I was a child. I was the school nerd, an idiot in my youth, and was virtually ignored by the girls, even the so-called uglier ones. So I didn’t have a proper girlfriend (if you can call it that) until I went to college. I had a crush…