Practice makes perfect.

It won’t have escaped the attention of many,  at the moment in the UK it’s what only what be described as “bloody cold.”  With my impending CBT I guessed it was time, for once, I prepared ahead of time for something.

 A few phone-calls to some friends,  “Do you think it’ll be cold on a bike at the moment?”

“Yes,  very cold.”

For those that haven’t dealt with Long-Jonh’s (or what you’re nan will call “thermals” to try and make the sound a bit less like some contraption from Anne Summers’,  to spare her blushes) they’re just like tights for men.  However they’re kind the exact opposite of tights,  as tights are normally sexy and look nice,  

Long-John’s don’t,  they’re very much the opposite.  Scratch what I said above.

I got on the internet and looked up some Long-John’s,   firstly I found that they generally come in three colours,  being beige,  shitty-green, or grey.  However in the world of 21^st century such descriptive terms would be like kryptonite to the marketing people.  The far more acceptable names of “Cream, Olive, and Charcoal” are employed,  suddenly in my mind they became more acceptable.  1-0 to the marketing men.

Then they turned up.  I was quite excited,  putting aside my Biochemistry text book that arrived at the same time. I tore open the packed and unfurled what looked like a Victorian temperance device,  in resplendent grey (Charcoal.) – I did feel a little bit curious.   

The words from a very wise motorcyclist I know echoed around my head “make sure you practice with them on.”  It suddenly made a whole of sense.

I stretched them on to my lower body, the sheer charcoal looking ever-more grey.  This was my first faux-pas in the world of wearing Long-John’s,  I couldn’t get them over my ankles,  I for about an hour guessed this is how they were mean t to me worn,  with the crotch somewhere around my knees.  Realising this couldn’t be right I pulled them up to wear them in their full glory, under my jeans.

Then of course,  it was time to have a piss. 

This is where the fun began,  where I regretted choosing grey,  and where these things absolutely confused the hell out of me.

Firstly,  not to put too fine a point on it, men,  any piss dribbles caused by not shaking the old chap enough before putting him away are deeply, and fully amplified by a sheer grey polyester stretched around that “region.”   Obviously it’s easy to tell the rookie Long-John wearer by the colour,  I’m not going to experiment but I can guess that cream or olive don’t show this effect.  Now I hear your next question, “why didn’t you use the flap?”

Well,  you see the thing is,  these ‘el cheapo, Chinese Long-John’s have two “piss flaps”,  and this is where the confusion began.   Essentially they leave me with two glorious options for self-determination when it comes to where I urinate.

Pissflap “1”,  this I imagine is the default pissflap, and allows me should I chose to urinate straight down my leg,  or would require the use of a few Yellow-Page’s to stand on, a lá the old Christmas advert to piss into an actual toilet.  It would have to be BLOODY COLD before I’d consider this,  or be stuck in a traffic jam – That said I wonder if it’s like a train where you can’t “flush in station.”

Pissflap “2”,  really not sure who this is aimed that,  however in my mind this would allow you to piss upwards,  allowing you to, should you ever feel the need, to piss on to your own face,  or at least piss all over your jacket.  Helmet-on-visor-down should you attempt this would be my advice – spare a mouthful of your own fetid piss.

Pissflap 1,  you've got no idea how long it took to make "Giant Panama Violets" look like "Giant Penis."

Pissflap 2, you can not understand the embarrassment of going in to a Londis and asking for "something I can turn in to a penis" either.....

I guess a mouthful of your own piss is favourable to a Panama Violet though,  they're going in the bin unless anybody wants them....

So, do I piss on shirt-or-shoes?

However, this is the age of the “third way” which of course I postulated with my piss soaked Long-John’s.  I’ll pull them down,   this however caused three other options:

1)     1) Snap the highly elasticated waist-band between scrotum and the penis,  which is slightly more comfortable then option 2,  however severely impedes flow, and I can imagine become frustrated with this when I “REALLY” need a piss.

2)      2)Ease the waist-band under the scrotum however this is moderately painful,  flow is better then option 1.  Laugh like an idiot to yourself at the bird-eye view you get of your own scrotum strangulated whilst you’re having a piss,  providing it’s not too painful.

3)     3) Pull the whole lot down, and stand there like a fucking three year old with the jean/boxer/Long-John combination around my ankles. 

(No pictures given for these....)

Joking aside however, I can vouch for the effectiveness of the Long-John’s,  firstly they give you a brilliant excuse to do an Errol Flynn-esque “Robin Hood” impression,  I live in Nottingham anyway...... ( I have a photo with sword, hat and everything, but I won't post it in the interests of my own dignity).

Or indeed they do keep you warm,  very warm and toasty. I have a thermal vest that matches too, but that's really worth any discussion, I can't really think of anything funny to write about that!  I do recommend them though, and seeing as the Long-John's and vest cost well under £10, and ignoring the stitching fault on mine (I think the middle "flap" has been stitched up in error...) I heartily recommend them.

Anyway, CBT day tomorrow,  and it looks like it's going to be ungodly fucking cold, I'll let you know how it goes!  Wish me luck!

Anyway, three cups of coffee from writing this,  time to go and practice.......