Not so much a disaster and not mine either....
But Steptoe's story reminded me of one of my own. Back when I worked in a hotel they organised, as they did every year, the obligatory Halloween party.

We were warned not to bring our own drink as such behaviour could lose us our job, but neither caring much for the job or the warnings of the management, most of us frontline staff brought stuff anyway.

Cue myself and my mate in the toilet sneaking some gin into a glass each when the door opens and fellow waiter walks in. He was from a different department, a bit younger and newer than us two, so I had a small concern he might grass on us. I could tell my mate was thinking the same so there was a few awkward moments in the bog as I wondered how to strike up a conversation.

I was dressed as a commando, as I am every year now, and my mate in some silk Chinese outfit. The other guy had black boots, black jeans, black shirt and a long black leather trenchcoat, down to his feet. I thought I would comment on his costume as not many people had been talking to him so far that night. I said: "Nice mate. Matrix?".

His reply: "I'm not dressed up."

So having suitably failed to ease any tension, my mate and I sniggered our way out of the bog and back to the party to sup our gin. To be fair, he never did grass us in.

Length + Girth = Usual joke.
(Dr_Faustus filius of a femina canis, Mon 28 Aug 2006, 13:56, Reply)