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  1. Hello everyone so, long time no post. Last time I was on here I'd moved to Spain, I'm now back in the UK, and I've felt more interested in holding, so I thought I'd do a write up of an experience yesterday! I woke up to my phone ringing and it was work. I do emergency SEN cover for local schools. They wanted me to go in to a school from midday. I agreed to it, the weather was horrible and I lazed around until i forced myself to get breakfast and get dressed. I wore my work trousers, a top and black boots, my typical attire for this job! Here's what I wore to set the scene: So I got up at 8 and used the bathroom and brushed my teeth which was stupid because I didn't have breakfast prior to doing so, but anyway, that was the last time I used the toilet. I set off at around 10am, I got a taxi because I left my raincoat somewhere else and it was cold and wet. I got to the train station and bought my tickets and waited for the train. I then got to my change over stop and had a 30ish minute wait. My eyes did go over to the toilets and I felt a slight twinge, but being the omo pro that I am I decided to wait! I got my train eventually, it is freezing, rainy, there's drunk people even though it's barely 11, the automatic doors keep opening and the cold is getting to me. I was half considering going on the train but once I sat in a warm seat I didn't care so much! It was about 15 or 20 minutes on this train and I got to my stop. I had about 20 mins to get to work and wasn't super sure so I got another taxi. I had to stop to jump out at a cash point. I remembered my bladder as I stood entering my pin but it was still not so bad. I was thirsty though so I had a couple of mouthfuls of sparkling water with green apple. Thank you smart water. Anyway I got to work and launched straight in, at about 1245 the staff were worried because they would be understaffed, I said I didn't need a lunch since id just got here, and they Said okay let us know if you need a comfort break. I did feel the need at about 1330 when I washed my hands, and considered asking but also knew I could easily wait. Instead I grabbed a drink and finished the rest of my shift not struggling but wanting to sit down every now and then to ease the pressure a bit. I finished work and considered taking a bus but the timetable said it would be 20 minutes and I wanted to get the train, so I walked. By now it was at the forefront of my mind that I had to go, still I stopped a few times to take pictures of stuff, as id not been there before. It wasn't raining but it was a good 20 minute walk and I was cold and the roads were wet, I'd been cold pretty much since I got off the train and it really wasn't helping. I got to the platform and had a 40 minute wait or so. I sat on the bench and shuffled, messaging people on my phone. I glanced around but none of the doors seemed open, and plus I wasn't ready to give in yet. A girl sat next to me and was chatting about her work day, and I was starting to become distracted so I probably seemed rude. I had to go so much by this point and I was so cold. I looked a bit more seriously around for a toilet at this point but the train was coming. I was also tired and kept sipping water to keep myself more awake. The train came and I got on, I sat down and put my bag on my lap, again feeling better for sitting down in the warm. I figured I could hold it until at least my connection stop. I got off the train once more into the cold and saw it would be over a 30 minute wait because of a delay for my connecting train. I thought I'd wait a bit longer, i was going to be home soon anyway. The more I waited the more I debated going. I had a seat in the waiting area and some kid was playing with the doors letting the cold air in, I had finished all of my water by this point from absent minded sipping and I was feeling a really strong internal and external need to pee. After a while they called the train, so I went to stand on the platform. I kept thinking that I was going to let go with each wave of desperation. I was standing bouncing on my feet with my hands in my pockets, I could feel my bladder swollen against the waist of my trousers. I looked from where the train was coming to the toilets next to me a fair few times. 3 minutes wasn't enough time, I'd go on the train if I really had to. Eventually the train came, I got on a first class coach to avoid standing out in the cold any longer and tried to make my way to the peasant seats but there was a private door on one carriage and the other end led to the drivers cab. I stood in the vestibule near the toilet but I really wanted to make it home. It wasn't so bad in the warmth. I was tired and hungry and cold and I really had to pee. A lady used the toilet so I had to wait and was listening to some other trapped peasants conversation about their work. We got off and I got my ticket ready as I'd seen they were doing checks, but many people hadn't noticed so there was a huge crowd and I had to painfully wait my turn to leave. I could feel each drop splashing about and I hurried into my third taxi. I needed to get home and pee! We were stuck for about 10 minutes trying to get out of the car park as the drop off zone had turned into a game of tetris and I really had to go now. I put my bag over my lap and got money and keys, and then put my hand back in my bag to hold myself through it. The traffic wasn't so bad when we got out of the station but each stop and start was torture. I kept repeating to myself I will not lose it in this taxi! The driver missed the turning and then went all the way back round, meaning it cost a lot more so I'd have to run inside to grab some more change. I was getting frantic now. When we got to my place I ran to the back door that is our entrance and shakily unlocked the door. Ran into my room and dumped my stuff, holding myself and pulling at my trousers as soon as I was alone. I kept repeating I'm gonna piss myself under my breath. I got the change and ran back outside still shaking, nearly throwing the change at the driver who still had the bloody meter on but I didn't give him 5p and he didn't complain. I tore back inside to my room to grab my phone, and finally hold myself properly to ease the pressure. I snapped a pic: Then I shuffled to the toilet where I peed for ages. I had to go a couple more times after that, both with sudden urgency and near running! And this morning if HaD hadn't have woken me up to drop off my camera charger my sheets would have been less than dry as I immediately had to do a sprint holding on for dear life with both hands! Hope you enjoyed it EQ
  2. Equusquagga

    Hold and wetting in basketball shorts - pics

    Haha no problem Haha! You're too kind!
  3. Equusquagga

    Hold and wetting in basketball shorts - pics

    Thank you, hopefully next time no unnecessary pink! You're welcome! I love a good description :)
  4. Equusquagga

    Random hold!

    haha there's not much more to say! just a bit of omo before going to sleep lol
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    female Random hold!

    Hi guys, I usually hold for as long as possible if I'm near a toilet, and thought I'd do just that last night. I was wearing denim shorts and a black t-shirt, and at night I have a shower before bed, so I drank water and faffed around on my phone and just lazing around as I knew Monday (Today) would be busy. So, I decided I would hold until it was desperate, and then go slowly and leisurely about my pre-sleep routine. I was fidgeting non-stop, and it seemed about time to get ready for bed, so I went to the bathroom. First, I was thirsty because it's really hot here, but I had drank all of my water, so I went to fill it up, which made me need to slam my legs together and stand with one foot on the other. Just shadow there by the way! I could feel I needed to go and each site of the toilet made my bladder spasm. So I filled up the bottle, and then drank a bit of water and refilled it, which caused the first spasm and the tiny most pathetic leak. Then, my need almost completely died down! Which was dissapointing, so, I resolved, normally I would brush my teeth and wash my face in the shower at night, but I do so in the sink in the morning, and not wanting to have a full wetting as to avoid suspicion, I decided to brush my teeth. This helped to slowly build up the urgency again, and my bladder twinged and let a few more drops out, but nothing was showing on my clothes. I have this weird colgate toothpaste that is grey but turns blue, I felt the need to clarify that... Anyway, I finished my teeth and then washed my face. That did it, I was rinsing my face when a longer leak happened, I had facewash in my eyes and was trying to grab myself with one hand and wash off my face with the other. I finally got done and turned round, but then my bladder spasmed hard and let out quite a long spurt. I regained control and took a picture, then jumped into the shower :) On tiptoes from the desperation haha! Hope this was a nice read! EQ
  6. I expected you to not make it back, blimey you sure pushed yourself. Thanks for posting I love male desp
  7. Equusquagga

    Hold and wetting in basketball shorts - pics

    Glad you enjoyed it! I love writing it out Thanks, I love a great description so that's what I aim for when I post :)
  8. Equusquagga

    Hold and wetting in basketball shorts - pics

    Haha, I don't know it was a good material to wet in so it showed up pretty well!
  9. Hi everyone. I had some shorts that need a wash last night, and thought that with my pre-bed shower I could hold and see what happened. They're dark blue/navy basketball shorts that are actually guys but I am not spending extra money to get something just for women so, they're quite long on me haha. I decided to do this last night, and I was wearing denim shorts, whilst I ate my dinner and watched the first half of the season 6 finale of game of thrones (I'm a bit behind okay?). I also finished off 750ml of nestea zero. Before starting to drink I was around a 2 on the desperation scale, and really wanted to get changed. I was full in my stomach with liquid, but it wasn't hitting my bladder yet. I got up and got changed into the basketball shorts, then filled up a bottle of water. I drank half, 425ml, then filled up the bottle again which is 850ml, and drank it for the other 30 minutes of the programme. I had to go quite noticeably now, but got caught up in the suspense of the show, and then realised that I had 10 minutes to down just over half of the bottle, so I did it right then. My stomach was really full of liquid, and when the show ended, I was really distracted by my quickly growing need. I was going to wash up, but I completely forgot to do so, I was so focused on my bladder. It started off feeling internal, pushing against the walls of my bladder, telling me I needed to go urgently, which is always a nice desperation, means you're well hydrated haha. I spoke to a few people from this site about it, but also tried to distract myself. After a good while, I was rocking all over the place and crossing my legs, sat on my bed. I coudn't find a comfortable position to sit in now, which meant that I really really needed to go. My housemate went to the toilet which allowed me some relief as I knew I could wait until he finished, so he wouldn't be holding me up later! Anyway, I continued to distract myself until I was practically kneeling on my bed with one hand between my legs at all times, rocking and bouncing around. I realised then I'd probably held too long for my preperation, which is making sure the desperation hits me when I am already set up to take photos, and also to test the camera, which I didn't, so I didn't know the flash would come out pink due to my temporary phone case!! Anyway. I reached the point where I coudn't type anymore or concentrate on anything. I suddenly felt like I was about to lose it right then and there, I stopped moving and had both hands between my legs, I could feel my bladder ready to let go and the pee pushing to come out. I was honestly so desperate. When that wave passed I went and picked up my pyjamas that I would put on after the shower, grabbed my phone and darted into the bathroom. I shut the door and had to cross my legs tight and hold myself with both hands. I gingerly removed one of them to shakily slide the lock accross, and then had to hold myself again as my bladder spasmed violently and some leaked out. I normally take a picture pre-leakage to show the desperation, but I took this as I regained control from the first leak. I was shaking and needing to go really badly and had my hand clenched at my side, holding my breath. I also normally put my pyjamas on the closed toilet lid but this time I just chucked them on the floor ready for wearing later haha! Anyway, I jumped into the shower/tub, my housemate had put the shower head up really High, so I one handed grabbed it and got it down which is no easy feat for me normally, let alone with a bulging bladder that didn't want to be stretched. I turned on the water so my housemate couldn't hear what I was up to, and rested it so that it ran away from me and my clothes. I stood holding on to myself for a while, but my heavy bladder couldn't take it. One spasm pushed out a huge stream that completely soaked my left leg and some of the right Then after that I managed to stop it, until another spasm forced out some more, wetting more of my right le g Sorry about the pink by the way, as said before, phone case issues! I managed to hold on a bit after that, just standing there, shaking, but then a spasm pushed a lot more out which just grew and grew until I finally regained control After this the urge subsided a while, and I decided to brush my teeth, which I enjoy doing in the shower for some reason. I was fine to start with, just waiting for the next lot to come. Soon I had to cross one leg behind the other, as my bladder spasmed this time and constantly spasmed as a leak grew into a constant stream, which I continued brushing my teeth for. This is the start of the stream: Then it just got worse and worse: The stream turned into full force now and I was unable to fight to hold it anymore, with streams coming out of one or both legs of the shorts I instinctively stood my legs apart as I completely and utterly lost control It was gushing out so fast it even started to fall directly out from my crotch I eventually finished and it tapered off, leaving me with completely soaked shorts Of course, the shower water had hidden any and all evidence, and I quickly took off my sopping shorts and placed them (so as not to squelch) onto the floor of the tub and rinsed them off whilst I showered. I had to pee again whilst showering so I did so, then I got out and nobody was any the wiser, feeling quite relieved. I put on my pyjamas and within 40 minutes I was desperate again, so I relieved myself still quite shaken from the adventure! I fell asleep with my door open which isn't something I meant to do, so when my housemate came home at 2am he woke me up asking why are you asleep with the door open, I was like what I don't know what's going on, then I went to fill up my waterbottle as I was really thirsty, shut my door and collapsed back into a sleep. At 4 I woke with a panic of absolutely having to pee right then and there, so I held myself quickly and jumped up and then peed full force into the toilet, and went back to sleep until 10am. I still haven't been and it's 13:30 hehe! Anyway, hope you enjoyed it, sorry for the pink tinge, next time with plan accordingly! EQ
  10. Equusquagga

    Last Week

    Haha, I can't exaggerate it was already a pretty over the top situation! But thanks I'm glad you liked it, hoping to post more stuff soon :)
  11. Equusquagga

    Last Week

    Sorry about the hiatus haha! Glad you enjoyed it
  12. Equusquagga

    female Last Week

    Hi everyone, I had a few very close calls over the last few days and I don't know why, but I will tell you all about them none the less! Firstly, I was with my friend on Tuesday, my phone broke so I went to buy a new one, and we hung out. I went to the train station to meet him at 9:30 and we went to the phone shop, to hmv, to various other places, spent a while sat on a bench chatting but I really needed to use the facilities so at that point we both did so. As the day went on we walked and talked and adventured around the city, and made our way back to get something to eat. I got a giant fanta zero cherry from one of those fast food outlets, admittedly, I went overboard with the ice machine as it is always a novelty to add your own ice, but I was super thirsty as it was unseasonably hot. I was wearing blue jeans, a kind of sheer red sports top and white puma trainers, and sitting/being outside was making my legs burn under my jeans. After a while I went to a phone accessories shop to get a case and sorted the new phone out. My friend then said he needed to go to the toilet, so we double backed and I waited outside. it was a green house inside the shopping centre so I bought a giant bubble tea for the novelty of it and also the thirst quenching abilities, and this is where the fun started. We went and sat on a bench outside for a while, and I was full of liquid in my stomach, didn't notice an urge to go really, but it was so hot and I was thirsty so I managed all of my drink save some of the bubbles. We decided to go and walk about somewhere else, alas, a park with some shade so that was fantastic, and we stayed out there chatting for the best part of an hour or so maybe. In this time I was seriously bursting, and I knew that we'd had to go back to the shopping centre for me to be able to relieve myself. I didn't want to get up though, I was hot and tired. Eventually my friend wanted to see what time his train was, so I got up and we walked back to the train station. I kept looking to see if there was a toilet on the way back I had to go that badly and each step was putting pressure on my bladder. We got to the station and I could hardly pay attention, I think it came off that I wanted to be rid of him, but truthfully I was super focused on not wetting myself in a crowded public place. There were no toilets on the non ticket side of the station, so I couldn't go here. I was okay if I was moving, but standing still I could feel a strong wave, and was stood cross legged and tensed up absolutely bursting. I thought I was really going to wet myself so I started walking around. My friend had another 30 minutes until his train so at this point I suggested we go back into the shopping centre as I really needed to use the toilets. We did, and this is a journey I have done before, but couldn't rush as I was with my friend. I really really had to go and we weaved through shopping centre A as there's no toilets until part B. We got there eventually and he waited outside. These toilets have a long annoying corridor so I walked as fast as I could, I could feel at this point there were a few tiny droplets escaping and I went straight into an open stall, chucked my bag on the floor and locked the door. I then bent over and held myself until I regained control. I pulled down my clothes just in time for my bladder to give in into the toilet. There was a small wet patch on my underwear but nothing noticeable on my jeans, they did smell of pee a bit, which was annoying as I had to wear them the next day on the plane. That brings us to the rest of the story, which was a desperate, long day of travelling. I had to fly back to Spain where I am living/working, my flight was for 10 am so I got up at 4:40 and prepared to leave. I was wearing those jeans, white trainers again and a navy blue and white sports top. I had to go quite badly whilst doing check in, which caused a lot of queues as some of the conveyers broke. I then had to go for quite a way, up an escalator and back along to get to security. I downed the water I had as you have to throw that away before you can go in. I said bye to my dad who took me and then went through security. I hate this bit because I am always prepared but most people aren't. The trick is to pack everything for security, because you have to take out anything that is electronic really, then once you're through pack it for the plane, so I am a master of security, but I'm there, wiggling about waiting for a family to get all of their devices and put them in a seperate tray, in broken english. I eventually could get through but it took a while of waiting on the other side, then trying to carry two heavy trays whilst people milled about wating for the rest of their family right in the way, so I nearly took out an oblivious grandma, but I managed it, sorted my bag again and charged off. Now, Most airports seem to want to drag you through duty free before you get to the departure lounge. I feel like in these places people should be looking out for people who might be in a hurry, but we went on the magical mystical perfume tour verrrry slowly, and I couldn't get round anyone. I wasn't upset as by this point my plane was delayed two hours, but I did really have to use the bathroom, so I was on the heels of the people in front of me. Eventually we got to the end and I rushed into the toilets. I weed for ages and then went to the desk to get meal vouchers. I had a peach soft drink thing with my breakfast, then went and sat down. I got bored pretty quickly, walked round the shops, bought a bottle of water for my flight, but then was even more bored, so I went to starbucks and got a drink and a muffin. I sat down for probably around an hour after that, knowing that the gate info was meant to be displayed at 12:20, I decided at about 10 past I'd go to the screen via going to the toilets, as at this point my bladder was pestering me, and I hate going whilst on the plane. I went to the closer bathroom and there was a queue, so I panicked a bit, not wanting to miss my flight, and went downstairs to some toilets that would be quieter. I didn't go to them though, as I caught a glimpse of the screen, another delay, info at 13:40. I got annoyed now and wondered around other shops, before going and sitting right near a screen, and spent another hour or so nearly falling asleep and chatting in various languages to people. It then said that info was at 14:01. I thought fine, I'll eat my muffin now and sip some water, now really bored and tired, with only my bladder's plight for amusement. I was quite desperate now, but the screen said info at 14:10. I sighed and decided I would go to the toilet at around 14:00 and then check the screen. 13:58 came so I gathered myself up and turned around, seeing the flight info already displayed! I went down to the gate, really bursting for a wee, and ducked into a toilet on the way. This is when the problems arose. You know when you go to the toilet, but it just... keeps going, like you know that it will fill rapidly and you'll have to go again soon? I got a glimpse of that feeling and thought oh no. I went to sit in the departure lounge, where there was a massive queue, but no plane yet. We waited there for I don't know how long, until we finally got on at 14:55. I was one of the last, but I had an aisle seat so I didn't mind. We got on and I got the DS out and stuff, and then we were informed we had to wait 20 minutes on the ground. Everyone moaned at this. But eventually we took off, and I started really having to go urgently. As soon as we could, a lot of people went to the bathroom, so I stayed put, aside to let the middle seat person out. Once they came back I wanted to wait for a while, so I pulled down the tray and could subtley fidget and squeeze my legs and cross them. I decided to be stupid and see what would happen if I relaxed, and lo and behold, I lost the tiniest bit of control, which left a cooling wet spot on my underwear which made me need to go right then and there. I got up and made my way down the aisle, and had to wait as someone came out of the toilet. I got in and couldn't figure out the door, so I stood all twisted and could feel my bladder twitch as it began to leak. I managed the door and got my clothes down and got some much needed relief. But my bladder was already sore. I was also stressed and thirsty, as I only had 20 minutes once we landed to make the coach. I got through security and everything and got my bag, but missed the coach by 10 minutes, so after finding the place I needed to change the ticket and buying another one for 30 euros, I had a wait of two hours for the next one. I went to burger king and got a huge drink of nestea, which I drank all of. After this, I had half an hour until the coach arrived, so I walked back down as far as I could in the air conditioned airport, where I already found myself quite desperate for the loo again, this was getting annoying, but I had drank an awful lot, and I was really stressed which doesn't help. Anyway, I went and relieved myself then went off to find the coach. I got on at Terminal 1, but it swings round to Terminal 4. I was already feeling the need to go again, which more than anything I was irritated by. There was a toilet on the coach, but I can't stand the smell of the air freshner, so I vowed to hold on as long as I could. The journey on the coach is 3 hours, but I already felt really desperate, after an hour my bladder was huge under my jeans and each bump set my full bladder bouncing. I listened to a load of red hot chilli peppers on the entertainment system thing, but it wasn't distracting enough. I forced myself down against the seat, really wanting to hold on with my hands in my crotch, but it was too light outside to do that. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, now really bursting and considering going down to the toilet. I held on longer but somebody absolutely stank out the toilet and the coach, and now I was really against going until at least the smell was gone. I put on a film, which was Paper Towns, which does have a desperation scene in it at some point, so probably not the wisest choice. As the sun went down I had both hands resting on my swollen bladder, but when it was fully dark outside I lent forwards and had at least one hand in between my legs. at all times, obscured by my backpack on the seat next to me. I was tired, the coach stank, I just wanted to get home and pee! I really really had to go. But after a while like this, the urge didn't go away, but I felt I could wait, it started to just... hurt. My bladder hurt, my kidneys hurt, my muscles all ached, but I wasn't going to go on this coach, I was determined. Eventually we got in to my town, and I got off the coach, grabbed my suitcase and straight into a taxi. It was about 7 minutes, but at this point, I couldn't help it. I was holding my lower stomach again, and each bump, or turn or anything really caused me to wince. My bladder was getting irritated and trying to let go, but I wouldn't have it. I could feel my pee start to go right against the opening again, and I knew I didn't have long. I struggled opening the door with a suitcase and backpack and carrier bag that had water in, but managed it after dropping my keys once. I got in and ran up the two sets of ramps to the lift, which I had to call down. I was completely shaking all over and knew I was really risking a full on wetting. I got in the lift and was whispering, pleading, begging myself to hold on. I had my legs crossed, I was bent over holding on with two hands, and my bladder was spasming now, letting me know I was about to lose control. I got out of the lift and unlocked the door, holding on for dear life. I closed the door behind me quickly and ran as the spasms were pushing harder and harder against my bladder. I got to the bathroom and had to cross my legs again hard as I felt my underwear get wet and it spread under and to my bum. I managed to stop that and got my clothes down and peed massively into the toilet. It was a really exhilerating experience that makes me want to get that close again soon! Thanks for reading, sorry it was so long!
  13. Equusquagga

    London day out!

    Okay I love your POV here homeanddry!! Sorry to make you jealous I just don't show many signs until danger is imminent!
  14. Equusquagga

    Train was delayed!

    Yeah but it's no fun to give in!!
  15. Hey omo.org! I know I haven't posted in ages, but that's been due to some responses I've gotten in the past that have made me not want to post. However, this website has given me lots of friends who I chat with regularly, and one of those friends is homeanddry, who I have shared stories with in the past, as we have met a few times in real life. I'm back in the country for graduation, so thought I could meet up with H, we went to London as that's easiest to meet for us, a halfway point sort of. I bought a horrible blood orange flavour drink for my breakfast, which reduced my liquid intake as I was actually pretty reluctant to drink it, but sipped it on my journey up there. It was pretty uneventful on the train and the tube journey. We got some food from tesco as well as even more water as H and I both had packed some, and then ventured to a place with plenty greenery. It was pretty warm to start with and we started walking until we sat on a bench for a while. H and I tried to finish the extremely sour drink I'd bought and eventually managed it, but it was pretty appalling for desperation standards! Whilst we were there it got cold and drizzly so we stayed there a little bit then went on. It was at this point that I felt the urge to go a little bit, and I think H did too. It was nothing concerning and we walked about quite slowly taking photos of stuff. The cold and the rain never helps such a situation, but I kept getting thirsty with the taste of that other drink in my mouth! After an hour or so I wasn't greatly desperate yet but we stopped to eat lunch and H was starting to show signs of needing to go, by the way he was slightly hobbling, and also some gasping and facial expressions. I poured a little water that I was drinking on his knee and asked him if that helped, he said "...no" haha. We wanted to go and look at some animals so we made our way down and H kept mentioning it more and more. We sat on a different bench and watched some geese, then went over to look at some deer. We were going to look at more animals when we came across the toilets. There were two disable/baby change public toilet things, H said he wanted to wait longer but needed to make sure they were available. He went up to one door and it was locked! I think he was a little bit panicked at that point, but the other one opened! We carried on walking then, both drinking quite a lot of water, which was even meaning I was outwardly showing signs, especially where it was cold and damp. For me it was really external and barely there if I sat down, but I couldn't stay still stood up. H was really distracted now, and sat really still. We were just about to breach the subject when a guy came by with his dog who insisted on telling us some stories about his dogs, I found it amusing knowing how badly H had to go to the toilet but out of politeness was acting as normal as possible. The guy eventually went away and I was interested in lemurs, but H turned to me and said we could come back in a minute but he couldn't wait much longer. As we walked round he had one hand in his coat pocket, to me that is an obvious sign for struggling with desperation, but it wasn't noticeable to most people. I looked after his stuff and sat down whilst he went, but he took aaaageees and apologised when he finally finished saying he really had to go a lot. After a while more walking around I was starting to struggle to not have my legs crossed and was subconsciously clenching at my thigh. It was really external, so it was urgent but didn't feel like there was a lot there. I think I could have waited longer but we had to start heading back, so we went back to the toilets, where someone was in there. I sort of bounced a little bit and H asked me if I were okay but I was trying to get him to be more subtle as there was a park worker close by! Nothing more interesting happened after that! I went just fine but as I made my way back across London after saying bye to H, I had to go straight to catch the next train after getting off the underground at waterloo and I already knew I had to go again. All the water I'd been drinking was catching up, and my bladder felt really full and I was trying hard not to move at all. H had given me a 900 ml bottle of water but I wasn't even able to drink it, despite being thirsty! Eventually it was my stop and I got out of the station and went to the nearby shopping centre, looking quite frantically for the toilets, with each step jostling my bladder. I found them eventually but they seemed really far away! I got in and slammed shut the cubicle door and danced a bit whilst I got my jeans down and could finally go after an hour or so of waiting! So that was yesterday's events and today was graduation. We had to get there a couple of hours before the ceremony and most people didn't go in between getting gowns and being in the hall. They sent us out in rows, and when the first row stood up a guy behind me said "I hope there are toilets down there I'm bursting!". There wasn't and there certainly wasnt time for it, but I didn't hear anything else from him! Also as I was leaving I heard a girl say " I need a weeeee" and her friends laughing and agreeing. Anyway nothing more occurred so that concludes a couple of day's happenings. Hope it was interesting! EQ