Rarely will you find a writer put down their pen and perform in the industry they've been critiquing; partly because they can't and partly because of fear. But not Nick Coquet, he was there at Rokaoke to deliver the goods.
Alcohol, Bread, Cream, Drugs, Fruit, Caffeine, Sugar, Chocolate, Biscuits, Cakes, Cheese, Tobacco ...the hippie diet/lifestyle from hell to health is our Virgin's reward for a hitherto overdose of carefree hedonism.
This is it boys and girls, THE Virgins account we have all been waiting for. All sniggering aside, dogging is a hobby for the curious and coy alike. Our virgin navigates the unspoken language of the remote lookout point.
We couldn't really do a food issue without stretching our own palates - thankfully we couldn't find anyone serving horse or dog dishes but you still might be surprised at some of the things we let past our lips for the first time.
We do stuff we've never done before and write about it. Nick Coquet is a straight man and as such has hitherto had no reason to visit a men only sauna, other than to report the experience to curious and possibly bi-curious SOURCE readers.
It was 11pm. The begging hour had passed. I'd made £1.41. Four people had reached into their pockets, out of what must have been hundreds. Added to the eleven pence I already had, this was enough for a cup of tea and a Snickers bar.