This is getting worse...
Only one place I had troubles in, and that was Northampton, in a car park of a grotty overnight cafe. A trucker parked up next to me and went off up the town in search of crumpet. He brought an old slapper back with him, and proceeded to do the business in his cab (kept me awake, all the grunting and moaning) Then the real fun started...he refused to pay the good woman for her services she'd rendered him, she got in touch with her man, and inside five minutes the park was awash with heavies carrying baseball bats and wheel wrenches. They were about to dismember me and my truck when the young lady pointed them to the right vehicle thankfully...he needed two new mirrors, new lights, much new bodywork and paintwork and a set of tyres. And more than a few stitches...
I just needed clean underwear......
Rich