They meant so well too!
Was recently out for a night out in Leeds, me and a mate showing this German guy around who'd come to meet us, imagine us "showing him how to party English-style" (He wasn't a particualrly great drinker, considering his land of origin invented Lager, but hey.)

So after many late afternoon beers down by the river, and many more Strawberry Beers (Nice!) in another place - and after going to Gatecrasher, walking past Oceana to Creation, then BACK to Gatecrasher, we decide it's high time for a little late night sustinance. Walking past about five curry houses, all shut, I pop into an open one and ask "How long are you open for?" as we were considering walking the length of town to one of the decent ones. They'd be open another half hour or so (there was one couple in and they were about to go I think,) so we trapse all the way to the bottom of town, to find that our favourite places are all closed too, and therefore head back up to the one near Gatecrasher (NOT The Tripti, the other one,) and BEGGED them to stay open and serve us. Phew! Food! Yum, hot n spicy food for my aching beer-filled belly! Until, (shop owner and his wife were trying their hardest to look awake, and kept putting Elvis on their Media Player,) there it was, at the bottom of the rice that I'd just eaten - a long, thick, black hair. Could it be mine?

Nope, mine is short brown.
Tom's? Nope - he's short n brown too.
Denis from Germany? Spiky blond.

The only people in the place with long black hair were the people waiting for our money. I'd nearly eaten asain mop.

I left the money on the table, with the top note *JUST* under the offending hair. We won't be going back :(
( smokinfish * All time exists simultaneously *, Sun 30 Apr 2006, 20:00, Reply)