Slightly off topic (by a factor of one) but seeming as I`m doing my laundry ...
Was making a wreck dive with a good friend of mine on the south coast of England. The wreck had a permanent buoy on it`s bow and that`s where you`d start your dive, working down to the stern before doubling back on yourself to the bow. We were 40 minutes or so in to our dive when I had the urge to pee but being in my dry-suit and believing, incorrectly, that we were close to the line I held back. Unfortunately, 10 minutes later we still hadn`t arrived at the line and I was starting to sweat profusely, trying to stem the tide and decided to let nature take its course (the center we had taken the charter with was only an hour away and had showers so I thought I`d simply use those once we got back before changing in to my dry clothes). Back on the boat I refused my friends invitation to undo my zipper, and squelched about the deck drinking a cup of tea while we waited for the other divers on the charter to finish their dives. Two more divers then surfaced and one, as she was climbing back on the boat, dropped her camera in the drink and went down after it (with less than 20 bar, to 20m+, in a current). The lady shortly resurfaced with DCS after running out of air and making a buoyant ascent. The coastguard was called but were already responding to another call so passed us on to the Royal Navy and we held position for two hours while they evacuated the lady via helicopter. Somewhat subdued, the rest of us then headed back to port and the dive center (with me still squelching). As we were so late getting back, the center staff had locked up the shop, classrooms, workrooms and showers!It was my our last day diving, and we had to make a 300 mile trip back to our home city and my very, very good friend, who`s car we were travelling in, never complained once about my urine soaked odour. The name of the dive center ... Looe Divers.