Vasilievsky Island I went out with a sweet, blond Intourist guide who was 20, a little younger than I was at the time. She decided it would be very romantic to go to Vasilievsky island in the Neva in Leningrad and wait for the bridges to rise, separating us from the mainland. She didn't tell me what she planned. It must have been an idea inspired by a romantic film she had watched. We are on the island, it's evening, and she surprises me: 'We are stuck on the island together all night. The bridges are up. Isn't this romantic?' And I think. 'How sweet. And then: It's bloody cold...And then: I really want to pee.' and I so, after congratulating her on her sense of humour and romance, I ask her: 'Is there a toilet nearby? 'Toilet!' she says. 'You are ruining it. A toilet? Now?' 'Yes I have to go.' I said. She is very annoyed. There is no toilet. I try to hold it in but I can't, so I say. 'I am
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