I remember a chap on the No. 48 from the City to Morley would often fiddle with himself in the back seat of the bus when it was full of schoolgirls just like myself heading home from an arduous day of scholarly activity.
He always wore a long coat and took great pleasure in exposing himself to my very, very innocent friend Natalie. She always had a range of looks pass across her face from shock to awe to curiosity.
Strange days indeed :)
love you long time,
xxxx mp
