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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I do very little dogging now. To be honest, there is little point in driving hundreds of miles to get nothing, which is almost always the case now.
In the [much maligned] "old days" things were much simpler.
I just packed a bivvy and sandwiches in my backpack and drove [motorcycle] to Thetford Forest, and parked in the woods, put the bivvy up, and wandered over to the carpark. It was well-known, to those 'in the know' and almost always yielded an 'event', frequently several the same night. Those present, apart from couples, were me and one other guy, whose name I never did get to know, because people just didn't form "discussion groups" then, who drove a battered Ford Cortina. Every weekend was a winner. Not much of the join-ins took place, but a whole load of shagging did.
Those were the early days of online anything, mainly text newsgroups (where the famous "Doggers Guide by Car-L-Marks" was spawned). Then the net became GUI, and every asshole in the world could join-in, and did. The carpark got featured in a Sunday newspaper and got rapidly closed. Everything became shit in the next five years. I mainly spend time in a layby 15 miles from home (I spend more time there than in the building, so maybe I should call it home!) where little goes-on, apart from guys driving up-and-down all the time. Endlessly. The activities of those numpties is causing upset in the locals who walk in the attached woodland, because they keep getting followed by guys. I haven't been there for a week now because of the growing local backlash against all the twatishness. Men walking around naked. Men walking around dressed as women (badly dressed). It has gotten so bad that I got really bad-mouthed by a couple (M/F) for just being there. A new police PCC has dome the place no good, there are signs warning or "Police action".
It's too much for me. I've taken a few months off. As soon as the car is fixed, I'm off to Norfolk. For a rest.  |
