A few of us staggering back from the pub one night, popped down an alleyway for a piss up against the wall, I remarked to my mate that bloody typical its just started to rain then heard a maniac laughing. It was his brother standing on top of a wall behind us peeing on our heads.
On ice hockey road trips as the B team we used to get the cheap coach with no toilets on it, so it was a case of ‘aquiring’ a large bottle or pint glass on the post match drinking session, to utilise to pee into when the coach driver finally got fed up of pulling over for p stops all the time and wouldn’t stop anymore. I remember emptying a pint glass out of a coach skylight, for someone to say shut the skylight at the back of the coach as it had started raining and it was coming in.