The Gardener's Arms, Oxford, circa 1999
Sunday lunch with my two flatmates N and C, a married couple of friends of C's, and a mate of the husband who'd been the best man at their wedding. We'd finished the main course by this stage and were all a couple of pints south of sober, so we'd got quite chatty. The husband and his mate were talking about the stag weekend and how much of a sensitive, intellectually stimulating time they'd had in whichever European city of culture they'd decided to visit to celebrate his status as someone who was become a man and hath put away childish things. So we heard all about museums and concerts and traditional shoppes, culminating in dinner in a national architectural treasure of a restaurant. Best man decided at this point in the tale to take a large swig of his pint and say to the husband "You should have seen your face when the stripper turned up!"

It instantly became clear to everyone round the table that this was something Not To Be Mentioned to the wife, who was rivalling the rôtisserie grill when it came to glowing red and giving off steam.

The four of us around the table who were unmarried found this immensely funny.
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Thu 12 May 2011, 13:12, Reply)