A friend was once party to such a disclosure from a mere acquaintance. The story teller was going out with a bloke who drove one of those concrete mixing lorries and she'd made the beast with two backs in the drum at the back. Don't you just love that euphemism? Firstly I was struck by the romance of the setting. Rather nicer than a gauzy four poster bed in a posh hotel don't you think? Then the health and safety angle occurred to me. Aside from all the climbing involved can't concrete cause chemical burns to tender parts? My friend must have asked the same question. 'Oh it was okay. He'd cleaned it out first' was the response. So that's alright then!
I drove behind a concrete mixer on the road to Dartmouth yesterday Unsurprisingly memories of this little vignette always come flooding back whenever I see one. I don't think I'll ever be able to look at one of those lorries again without giggling.