The power of random
I was invited to the stag night of a friend of my brother-in-law. So not someone I knew that well. He was definitely not a party animal, so decided to just have a meal out at a restaurant. Unfortunately, he didn't know any restaurants, so selected one by the time-honoured method of sticking a pin into the yellow pages.

When we finally left the pub and headed to the restaurant, we discovered that it was in fact a temple of twee - doilies over everything, plates on the walls featuring cute kittens, and porcelain milkmaids covering every horizontal surface. It was like being in Barbara Cartland's wank fantasy.

The owner immediately told us that he didn't have an alcohol license as he was a committed christian and didn't approve of drunkenness.

Strangely, for reasons that seemed logical at the time, we decided to continue, and proceeded to have what was probably the quietest and least raucous stag night in history. As it turned out, the food was good, and the owner was quite entertaining too - he was clearly in total homosexual denial: so far back into The Closet that he'd met Aslan. And probably sucked his cock.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 31 Jan 2014, 16:46, 4 replies)

I've been to that place at several localities,
none on your side of the Atlantic.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Fri 31 Jan 2014, 18:15, closed)

DAME "Barbara Cartland's wank fantasy" to you
I'll bet you lifted that bit about Aslan from one of her books 'n all.
(dyllon nice beaver., Sat 1 Feb 2014, 11:47, closed)

That last line seems very out of character

(mustardtiger108, Sat 1 Feb 2014, 13:02, closed)

so far back into the closet that he'd met Aslan....
I'm gonna have to steal that line - I hope you don't mind!
(teasus likes tea, Wed 5 Feb 2014, 11:30, closed)