I wonder if his pecker's always pixellated? Can't be much use being a young sexually-charged stag when you've got no lunchbox to show - his female student peers won't be able to see what they've got for their din dins.
At first I was mildly to moderately annoyed at some no-doubt bourgeois toff having a piss where he oughtn't. I mean, he's actually pissing directly on the wreaths. But then, with time to reflect, my mild annoyance got milder. The two main reasons for my change of opinion, is that he did not perform this dastardly act when sober, but when he was so pissed that his next act of student-style antisocial behaviour was curling up unconscious on the street.
The second point that lessened my rabidly mild annoyance was find me a man or woman who hasn't done something in their youth - or indeed later years - that they're ashamed of. Granted, it might not be pissing on a major war memorial and its wreaths. But, in your cups, you could have performed any shameful deed under the sun - and not even know about it! So, as the Good Book (not Mrs. Beeton) rightly says, "judge not, for as you judge so shall you be judged".
However, if this young fresher had acted in sobriety, and pissed all over those wreaths yelling "the war dead were a bunch of cowardy custards", a dose in the stocks might be appropriate - with an apple shoved firmly up his arse. No, too harsh, maybe just the apple...