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My brother joined the Metropolitan police force and lived in a section house in Holborn for a couple of years. We went there a few times for some pretty drunken parties, once he threw fire extinguishers into people's bedrooms at about three in the morning and got into quite a bit of trouble.
One night there was a party planned in the common room, and me and my other brother turned up hours too early for some reason and being a bit bored we decided some practical jokes were in order.
We covered all the toilets and the urinals with cling film and removed all but one of the light bulbs so it was really dark.
During the party several people fell victim to the splash back from the urinals, and we were on the lookout for people with damp patches on their trousers. We got quite a few laughs pointing them out, and generally taking the piss, if you'll pardon the pun.
Really late on someone fell victim to the cling film on the toilet, which completely covered the bowl, but below the seat. He must have had one of these explosive episodes, because it went everywhere. His pants and trousers were round his ankles and the shit was all over his legs and clothing. He was discovered by someone who went in for a piss and saw this poor bloke, really pissed, trying to clean himself up, staggering all over the place. The guy that found him burst out laughing and rushed out to tell everyone. Loads of people crowded into the toilets to witness this horrifying spectacle.
I have no idea how this ended, I was fairly certain we had been rumbled, so once we realised we had a victim soiled much more than we bargained for we left and never went back.