Baahhh, that's nothing, I've wee'd in Clive Dunn's swimming pool, so there! This was back in the '70s, he lived five doors down from my grandad
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A guy I know went to the IOM TT in the early 80s with 4 mates on their bikes , they hadn't booked anything other than the ferry there
Got late in the afternoon and all the campsites were full
Then they spotted a sign in a garden , camping
Enquired , full, sorry , but the guy took pity on them , the old chap next door sometimes let's people camp, i'll ask
OK it's a yes , but no noise and stay down the bottom of the garden.
Great, thanks
Next morning they were woken up to a voice outside the tent
Lads lads
Oh **** what have we done
He opens the flap and the owner of the house is stood there with a tray with mugs of tea on it
Thanks very much , stands up and realises the guy stood in front of him is Norman Wisdom
He was as nice as you'd expect , by day 3 he was making them bacon sandwiches and wouldn't take a penny for the camping