Lisa, you reminded me of a tale but it was before I had my van when I had a cruiser on the Mon. & Brec. Canal. It was a beautiful sunny day (rare in Wales, sorry Colin) and I was moored up at Llanfoist doing a spot of fishing. The birds were singing and the bees were humming and all was at peace with the world. Then - the peace was to be shattered as if a war broke out. In the distance I could hear loud music and lots of giggling but couldnt see anything for the bend in the canal. Coming the other way was a large barge which was a cruising restaurant. It had its roof slid back and the diners were sat there drinking and eating. One person walked past my boat on the footpath, he got as far as the bend then turned round. He asked if he could step onto our boat to get to the cruise boat as it passed, I soon found out why he didnt go any further on the footpath. Around the corner came a hired day boat with 4 males and 4 females all in their 20s. They were so drunk they were zig zagging up the canal and hitting the bank each time. Things now got interesting. As the restaurant boat passed them they decided to bombard the diners with their sandwiches and rolls, infact anything they could get hold of. The owner of the barge then got a bucket on a rope, filled it with canal water and proceeded to soak them. After they had past one another one of the girls fell in so she scrambled to the bank and they dropped the other girls off with her to walk. Now I was sat on the back of my boat fearing the worse so I told my wife to lie down out of the way. By now the girls were alongside me when one just lifted up her skirt, squat and peed just four feet from me. One of her mates pointed me out saying I was there and her reply was "I dont care, hes seen a ******* **** before 'a'nt he". They then proceeded further on to where there was a fishing contest and started talking to the first angler, a big burly feller who had given me some maggots to fish with earlier on. By this time the hire boat was passing me and I was ready to get pelted. As it passed one of the males had his one foot on the bow eating a sandwich, "caught anything boyo" he said, "just one" I replied. It was then I realised he looked like a figure head on an old sailing ship but then noticed he had his willy out peeing in the canal as they went along. It reminded me of the streaker song as I had sounds in my head saying "dont look Ethel". To this day I will never know why I didnt get bombarded, I thought perhaps they had run out of buns. Now they were getting closer to the fishermen, about 40 of them. I thought surely not. How wrong I was. The buns went flying again at the fishermen and another war broke out. The fishermen were filling their catapults up with maggots and letting fly with them. I took this opportunity of upping pegs and getting back to our moorings at Goytre Wharf. When I got back I went to Red Line Cruisers and told Gareth the mechanic what was happening. He said they already knew and his boss had gone to meet the police at bridge? to get them off. He said the worse thing though was one of the females was his sister and it sounded like her who had peed by my boat. Such is life. heheheh! Sorry if it was a bit long :O(