Anytime a news story mentions the Internet spawning/exacerbating some craze, my bullshit-o-meter goes off. This rang a couple of bells: an abcnews.com story tells about “dogging”, which is apparently the newest pastime of having sex in English parks.
I’m skeptical, but then, you English are horndogs. What’s the story?
From that site:
"He expected their prime concern to be vandalism and fly-tipping, but found that many complained about the rise in the use of their park as a venue for sex. "
I think perhaps it is being over reported and makes for a good story in the Sunday filthies.
In a way its an excuse for our gutter press to print ever more to boost it’s circulation, a kind of arms length titillation, all very juvenile newspapers.
Erm, I didn’t think this was anything new. A quick straw poll of my friends a few years back at university suggested that it wasn’t an uncommon experience. Where else do you go when your parents are at home?
Anecdotally, my next door neighbour took his girlfriend to the park on a Sunday afternoon, and they climbed a tree and shagged on a large branch while people below were out walking their dogs.
He also left a used condom on my driveway, which I stepped on in my bare feet.
Yea, indeed, the ‘dogging’ thing is apparantly real. Apparantly, it is quite the thing for some ‘swinger’ types to peek at couples having sex in cars and some of those said couples to encourage the same.
Which is all very well, consenting adults and all that.
But when you are two people who lived at home with their parents (my bf and me) and so had to do our er…‘intimacies’ in a range rover in a darkened car park, it is a pain, to put it mildly when some perv shows up thinking it’s his own personal sex show for him to masturbate at.
I just wish these doggers would realise that some couples do the car-park thing because they have nowhere else to go, not because they are exhibitionists!
God, I can’t even begin to tell you how bad we were as small-town youngsters . . . we used to call it ‘shagger catching’. Three or four car loads of us cruising the country lanes after the pubs closed for ‘courting couples’ parked off-road in cars . . .
It was just so childish but, at the time, so funny. I can still hear the screams that followed tapping on windows as the nakid girl in mid-shag looked up and saw 15 distorted and screwed up faces staring at her through the car windows, with torchlights . . . and that’s the most respectable of what we did . . . thank goodness I’ve grown up! [sub]cough[/sub]