It was the mid-eighties when Tiki and I joined four Europeans in taking it in turns to jump off a rocky cliff into the Mediterranean.
Immediately before this we had searched for a public toilet without success and as anyone knows who has spent time in Greece, the country isn’t exactly known for its trees.
Having relieved myself, as a teenager, in Sydney Harbour without having drawn the attention of others, I believed that I could do likewise on this particular occasion.
How wrong I was!
I stared in horror at the large amber circle that had almost instantly enveloped me, as Tiki made any of the others, who might not have been watching, acutely aware of the situation.
What amazed me was that it did not deter any of the others from continuing to plunge themselves into the sea, at that very point!