Holy Christ ......NO! Or should that be MOO! But my old jump spot was next to a gay meeting place in Liverpool. Every day some fruit would come by and give me the eye while I was digging ......drove me bloody crazy! I must have a sweet arse or something. One time I jumps over the wall to find some guy with his pants down, tugging away while checking out a wank mag! I was like "dude, what the fugg are you doing", guy slowly pulls his pants back up, takes his mag and slowly walks off like I had spoilt his day or something! Oh and the time some freak nearly ran me over for telling him to get a life ...boy was he mad! Plus many other lewd tales. Thank god the council bulldozed the place and allowed me to see the light and buy a trials bike.